Keeping hold
of what's lost
doesn't help me
much at all
bitter thoughts
run through my head
telling me
I'm right to mourn
letting go
isn't that the way
to make your life
begin again
i don't care
for life to much
so I'll hold on to my hurting soul
not wanting to fight the day
ahead of me in anyway
so I'll stay here
till life has passed
the spark has gone
maybe I'm blessed
