The
Count
Torrid the turbulence
Tearing at me
Tossing me trials
And staring at me
Can’t see though the tears
And I’m too blind to see
The tid-bits of time
That are laid out for me
How can I question
The words I am hearing
How can I drown out
The feelings I’m fearing
And how can I cope
When it all goes away
When I’m restless at night
And I’m counting the days…
Because when it’s
all over
I’ll laugh at myself
Over all the lost worries
That couldn’t be helped
Of all of the hurries
That turned out too slow
And so, when life slows down
I guess then I’ll know
That the tears that
I’m crying
Are never in vain
And at times they are all
That might just keep me sane
When all the words said
In your head I can’t hear
When I want you with me
To hold you quite near…
To my heart; it’s
a start,
I keep telling myself
That it’s good for my life
And it’s good for my health
To feel the love flowing
Inside with the pain
‘Till it fills up my heart
And goes straight to my brain
Where it finally
settles
And leads me to find
The bit of my soul
That I thought left behind
When the tragedies took me
And left me for dead
And left me with not more
Than words that were said…
And to say that I
love you
And to then say good-bye
I can’t tell you how many
More tears I will cry
‘Cause I’ve done it before
In so many odd ways
And I’ll do it again
As I’m counting the days
©
Darkstar, 2007
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