A Broken Heart's Lament

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, July 18, 2009 0 comments

I think so much about our final year
Now that you've gone and left me here to stay
I used to think that you would never near
A time when death upon your soul would play
You were so young I thought that every day
The sun would shine and we would always be
Here for each other far before the gray
Breached both our lives and set your spirit free
I know one day it's your face that I'll see
When fate should twist in time and have me go
Just know for now I'll hold you here with me
Beyond my pain where all my love does flow
There is no-way I'll think no more of you
I'll have no peace until my life is through

Posted by Robert Anderson at Saturday, July 18, 2009
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