Tossing and turning in the dead of the night
Wishing and hoping that there would be light
In silence, hiding in fright
Under soft blankets with colors so bright.
The thoughts keep coming and you keep summing
The events of the day still afresh
The hurt,the pain,the laughter,the joy...
The teacher,the mom,the sister,the boy...
Each with a special memory to give
Some we find hard to forgive
Hurt and pain clawing at your heart
Cutting and piercing like the sharp pointed dart
Then comes the spilling of the tears
Not to worry,not to fear,
The pen and paper are very near.
Channel the anger into one rear
Let it all out including the fear
The words keep coming
The years keep summing
Soon you'll find some inspiration in your tears
