The Alone
I'm alone, and drunken, I'm alone on my own.
I am drifting in memories of a life still unknown.
I find myself staring at clouds passing by.
I'm crying inside, and I still don't know why.
Where are the dreams that I had as a child..
Who is this woman, so numb and so wild.
The minutes keep moving, the hours unlasting.
Should I keep drinking, as time keeps on passing.
I look in the mirror, and who do I see.
Someone I lost long ago inside me.
I pray for the change, I pray for the life.
I pray to be who I am, inside this wife.
I pick up the dish, I pick up the trash.
I pick up the groceries, spending the cash.
I turn on the light, I turn off my heart.
When will my dreams come back..
Will they ever start...
Again.
Copyright © Amy Greaves | Year Posted 2008
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