Lost
A Vision of what is meant to be,
A voice so often heard.
The wasted soul that once was me,
The spoken hallowed word.
Could it be the passion inside,
Could it be the pain?
Lost the light that drives my soul,
Lost the search in vain.
Love that comes without a fault,
Love that hides within.
Pain the solace of many men,
Pain will always win.
This vision I see is what I am,
This my path of life.
They started the day I said goodbye,
They began when I lost my wife.
Copyright © Frank Quintana | Year Posted 2012
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