ROBERT DAVIDSON
09-03-2005, 07:04 AM
A MESS OF HEART-BREAK
by Robert Davidson
Her passing took his last spark of life
Left him bereft with only his grief to bear
The last bit of his heart's dream was taken -
A love portion so precious and rare.
A mess of heart-break
Not told in words but in sobs
I miss her so bad
Intense is my cry as my breaking heart throbs.
I cry out
From the bottomless well of my loneliness
I cry my sorrow aloud
So much ache and sadness, I wear like a ghostly shroud.
A mess of heart-break
Not told in words but in sobs
I miss her so bad
Intrense is my cry as my breaking heart throbs.
He was aware things were closing down for him
As they laid her beneath the broken sod
A man who had wrestled his demon and lost
Was now ready to go home to God.
by Robert Davidson
Her passing took his last spark of life
Left him bereft with only his grief to bear
The last bit of his heart's dream was taken -
A love portion so precious and rare.
A mess of heart-break
Not told in words but in sobs
I miss her so bad
Intense is my cry as my breaking heart throbs.
I cry out
From the bottomless well of my loneliness
I cry my sorrow aloud
So much ache and sadness, I wear like a ghostly shroud.
A mess of heart-break
Not told in words but in sobs
I miss her so bad
Intrense is my cry as my breaking heart throbs.
He was aware things were closing down for him
As they laid her beneath the broken sod
A man who had wrestled his demon and lost
Was now ready to go home to God.