Losing Ana

                                        Losing Ana

  Everyone I love,
takes flight like a dove,

  In silent desperation,
I will spend my life of seperation,

  I dare not care again,
for what shall I gain?

  Except a heart so broken,
and words never spoken,

  To one so special,
with this fear I wrestle,

  To say how much I care,
would be such a dare,

  And now I must lose,
who do I accuse?

  My Ana will soon go away,
with this wind I sway,

  I cannot stand,
a hurrican has made land,
and I'm blown like the sand,

  Along a dark and lonely path,
is there no end to this wrath?

  My time is nearly done,
and someday I will meet the son,

  And there will be no more pain,
just a soft, gentle rain.