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.
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