This Morning

This morning I will try
This morning I will not cry
This weight I feel inside
Sometimes impossible to hide
confiscate my feelings
this life, this child, this meaning
all fades slowly
trying to be holy
failing every inch
desparate, desolate, destructive
always wondering "what if"
sorry this song is so sad
miss my mother
remember my dad
wonder about all that I'm doing
I wonder if it will all really matter
in the end
my sweet friend
we'll remember then...
joy on our faces
no longer in chains and
smothering ourselves in thick golden hair
we'll remember then...

sorry this song is so sad.