bestrongandcourageous

Will our song rise again
above clouds of dust and tears?
Is our hope trodden and stomped underfoot
worries
and pain
and pride
can it survive the ever budgeoning weight of years?

Far our sights have gone
and many the places our smiles have met
these too many to lose
too beautiful to regret

Upon church aisles we promised
and on cloudy nights we faltered
giving away pieces of ourselves
when we were never really whole

without our smile
without our love

like being out of breath
we grope
for every available gasp
when all we wanted
was each other’s

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