Happiness is falling behind a day
Joy comes a day too soon
Sorrow is waiting around the bay
Death is waiting for a chance to bloom
The baby is hiden within the breast
Not showing any signs
The tiny creature in a long, long rest
Begins to grow inside
The sudden sickness
And many current mood swings
Will cause great anxiousness
To know if the stork really sings
You acknowledge now
That the pain is actually real
You realize that the ground is not sound
As you wait for unaccustomed meals
He's no longer with you
And doesn't return your calls
You see, he never loved you
Your just another trophy on his wall.
Copyright ©2003 Crystal Lynn Burns