This cut is too deep,
This pain is too real.
Memories of pain linger longer than of joy.
This wound is too deep,
Not even forgiveness can heal its bitterness.
Heart as heavy as yesterday’s sin,
Who can forget the aching of a broken heart by death,
Drowning in sorrow of dreams
With parallel lines to heaven,
This loss is too real.
I am mourning hope
That will never get to see sun rays
And feel the whirl of a wind.
This cut is too deep
But l will breath again for these scars
Fight with a silence voice to be known
That they are alive for a reason.
This cut is too deep.