Tiny Voices

Why are good byes so hard to do those sad little faces tell the truth, I know they want me to stay if only there was another way, Pondering what they are doing or thinking each and every day, Feelings inside and wondering if there was something different I could have tried, These are the feelings I have to constantly hide, Pennies for your thoughts dime after dime trying to turn the hands of time, Looking back to all the things I cannot change like instances on a timeline I want to rearrange, Steadily collecting all your tears and save them throughout the years, Little faces forever etched in my mind pressed in harder then the darkest ink of any kind, Longing to hold your tiny hands this wasn't apart of any of my plans, Just hearing your tiny voices would be so grand.