We are both still hurting,
That's so plain to see,
But you are not alone in grief,
I gave birth to this feeling you see.
I'm doing all the right things,
Not throwing the past in your face,
Yet you only think of yourself,
And that my love is without grace.
We've had a rough road to travel,
Many bumps and bogs along the way,
But I ask God for a helping hand,
For patience and understanding to get me through the day.
I never raise my voice to you,
Or pick at faults and pain,
And when I do finally retailate,
There is nothing that I gain.
We both have to understand,
And push those niggles aside,
Glorify in love, good times and happiness,
And eventually it'll become part of our stride.
I know we can do this,
If you just think of three instead of one,
And our lives will be happy again,
And not continue to come undone.
So I am asking this of you,
Please try for all of us,
So once again our souls can sing,
And not be covered in dust.
Cast your eyes on the ocean,
Every man goes down to his death bearing in his hands only that which he has given away...
(Daughter of Mystery)