Homesick
Although I live here,
it seems like hell here.
No one to wake me in the morning,
I must face the day in mourning.
The love of my life is gone,
wondering where we went wrong.
Is it forever? I always ask myself,
For I love you and no one else.
Each second of every day,
I want to break down and pray,
That the almighty will hear me,
And you will not desert me.
I'm homesick in my own home,
because I am all alone.
I know for the most part I'm at fault,
Trying to open my heart, an impenetrable vault.
To tell you my thoughts day by day,
Hoping I can hold you forever someday.
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