In morning light
I wake with tears.
The days they pass
they turn to years.
The cruelty of life is true
Time never stops for
the mourner's sake
it only marches on and
take take take.
On the border of insanity
how much more can i take?
I am told that time heals all wounds
yet i am plagued by painful sorrow
each day is worse then the tomorrow.
How could i miss you anymore
then i do today i will
always miss each and every way
I am filled with so much sorrow
I will miss you more tomorrow.