Friday, 12 July 2013

struggling to breathe

Stop the clock And turn it back
So I have a bit more time
To reach out, to register, to pick up slack
To appease this uneasiness of mine

It stops, it goes, time is but naught
The world is as it was
But my heart my world became wrought
The moment you came to pass

How to move, how to breathe
How does life go on?
Will my heart ever again be at ease
Too soon you are gone

So indeed stop all, and let it ring loud
A bright star has been called Home
A soft whisper, a rumble, a deafening sound
I’m left feeling all alone

I know you are there, though you cannot be heard
My heart brings you back to life
But my messages remain silent, unanswered
No consoling my strife

All I can do is raise my glass
and imagine you are there
Laughing and cheering, you that you are

My other father that I hold dear

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