
Broken family, broken dreams
We had it all, or so it seemed
Our dreams slashed by pain
Leaving nothing more than blood stained memories
Days of “Remember When” is now all my heart sees
Watching a river form in my child’s eyes
He is slowly drowning because the boat of my belief has sunk and will not rise
Days are dark and nights are lonesome, silent walls caving in
Holding my chest in hope to restrain the pulsing that is slicing all hope within
Life ok one day and the next your searching for it's residue
Life was so perfect, or maybe the truth just never caught you
The dusted images of a life that once was are now just skid marks in
my imagery as I slowly turn onto the highway of new beginnings.
Layne Cirelli 2007








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