Questions

He sits filled with questions,
in his broken heart.
Alone his mind remembers,
the one he called sweetheart.

His tears start falling down,
over a life full regret.
And he know's the pain he feels,
will be so hard to forget.

As a tear rolls off his cheek,
he cries for the one he misses.
He knows it's to late to say he's sorry,
as time keeps turning pages.

He trys to move on with life,
but those questions haunt his mind.
And he asks himself that question,
of why he was so blind.

For maybe if he showed his heart,
she'd still be here with him.
But today all his questions,
are looking kind of grimm.

Today his questions are held,
in his thoughts and prayers to find.
And as the years keep on passing,
those questions start fading from his mind.

As age takes control of him,
his tears start falling for her again.
But today another haunting question,
took his life at ten.

So now all his questions,
will be answered in the heavens above.
As she stands there beside his casket,
crying for the man she loved.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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