this heart, oh Father-
such pain, such bother-
pumping salty sliders- pouring down-
my cheeks, to the floor beside her-
this falling frown-
droops my Crown-
this frightened heart-
is slowing down-
the little light within is fading out
too weak to stand, I fall for her-
so I guess I was dying too without her-
so this heart then, is built to beat-
to beat me down- take my crown-
and lay it down-
falling over like a tree cut down-
catch me Father before the hard ground-
renew my heart, a new start-
I cannot come back from this..
and I won't try-
I'd rather die-
in Your arms, then try-
to live for another lie-
I am falling down, letting go-
of everything ever known-
to me-
November 13, 2010. © Anthony James , All rights reserved