I told myself a story,
Told myself I didn't care.
Not for riches, land, or glory;
All I wanted was you there.
There's a reason for emotions,
There's a reason that we're here.
Mountains, valleys, streams, and oceans
Couldn't help my head to clear.
I need answers! I need answers!
Where and why, and who, and how?
Hate my anger like a cancer,
What the hell do I do now?
In my sorrow I had fallen,
I had fallen to my knees.
Heard a whisper softly calling,
Calling softly out to me.
Then as clearly as I used to,
I could feel your presence near,
And I knew I had to push thru,
Like I did when you were here.
About the Creator
Luke Haymons
“Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson



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