| Sorrow fills the air I can taste it thick, Hard to swallow A lifetime of disappointment Resting against my chest, As I sleep the same space that oppressed me as a child I never seem to be far from this place It drags me back over and over like a curse Perhaps it is the ghosts or Echoes of my pain that saturate these walls It permeates the paint and layers of plaster, Bleeding my anguish into this house forever, Calling me back to torture my soul How do I break free? The cycle of tears and aching of my heart Maybe in death shall I finally be free Or the love of my unborn child will cast me into the skies Like a dancing dove on soaring wings Breaking the cycle of sorrow for good Pray for me my child, I have yet to meet, Yet to create I love you even now when you are not near A thought in my blessed womb You are the only one who can heal me, And deliver me from this deeply profound pain Let me live to know you To love you To forever lose this sorrow |