Life Goes On
Life does go on
even if we still mourn
we have to learn to wipe
with our hands because
soon all the paper towels are gone
Sometimes I don't know if I can face
this globe without you
there is a hole in my heart
that I will never be able to remove
so I'll call you my tattoo
the skies the limit it's what you
always use to say
but it still pains me that your
up in that same sky today
I walk with my shoulders high
same brown eyes of the solider
that lies 6 inches deep
the same eyes of the man
in the casket that I can no longer see
we all bleed for one reason or another
and I'm still black it doesn't make any
difference if my skin is vanilla
I'm trying to make it to my dreams
I'll sling myself to the top like a propeller
even though nothing is as easy it seems
they say when it rains it pours
well I'd rather be wet than stuck
in side not opening doors
you swore you'd always be here
and I swear I can still hear you
that's why every now and than
I look behind me it's as if your still
lingering in the air like mildew
I have yet to find someone
who I could fall head over heels for
I guess being a daddy's girl you'll
always have my heart
that's what it's here for
I've had people slice and dice me
like apples and pears
but I'm still here
I learned that
life does go on
even if we still mourn
so I wipe the tears away
and look forward to tommorrow
because I know it will be a brighter day.
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2009
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