The loss of a little one
the tears fall down my face...

Her head rests on my shoulder
as I rock her to sleep...

Her hand wraps around my finger
and a tear falls down my face...

Where do broken hearts go, one asked
where do they go when all is lost...

Happiness lingers,
a gentle touch...

Broken in shameful ways
that weep with sorry eyes...

A blank sheet of paper lays before me
the words and pencil guided by my soul...

Frustrated with every inch of me
anger to the core...

This time is nothing short of a memory,
shining in it's light and glory...

My fingers they resemble
the same of theirs and mine...

All i feel is anger now
it inhabits my soul and mind...

You are my love and my hero
you give me strength when i am weak...