Walking the journey of grief...
Sometimes feels as though there is no relief.
When you died pasty of me did too
And has left me with a feeling of not knowing what to do
My mind is scattered, and I'm in disarray
But they tell me I'm going to be okay
It's hard to believe the words of some
When my hearts tell metaphor day will never come
I will hold onto hope and believe it to be true
And know a day will come when I will see you
