The tears have dried on my face
I feel no bravery, yet he is always near
I feel only sadness in my soul.
We have laughed, we shared pain
I have lived to see his final breath
I do not know bravery
For I have placed blame on the shoulders of his name.
I want his shoulder to rest my head
To feel bravery run through my veins
To feel bravery living strong in my heart
I want his shoulder to rest my weary soul.
Beautiful, Ginette. More later; forgot my computer and can't access my email
ReplyDeleteThis makes me want to cry. It is good to remember to be thankful for what we have.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comments John and TNJ.
ReplyDeleteThe sun has finally spread its rays, chasing away the emptiness of last evening's dark loneliness. Indeed, it is good to remember to be thankful for what we have.