I cry for you,
but you’re not here,
But in my heart I hold you near.
Was mornings I’d wake to your sweet face,
Now next to me is empty space.
I wanted so bad to keep you here,
But there was just too much fear.
They hold you like a prisoner in jail,
While we go through so much hell.
The day will
come, they won’t hold you,
The skies will be forever blue.
For that’s the way it’s meant to be,
I love you, you belong with me.
© 2001 Janice
Jarnagin
