Little drops of rain on the window pane
Remind me of my daughter's tiny tears again
The look of betrayal that filled her eyes
The hurt of broken trust that she could not disguise
Running to mother for somewhere to hide
Wanting to erase the story of this, my darker side
As if a crushing blow, I reveal all the lies
With tear stained cheeks, My wife questions "why"
My gaze held down from the weight of her eyes
I talk of another, of perverse desire
I express deep regret, My soul burns inside
Beg of forgiveness, only shallow replies
House feels empty, memories echo through a hollow heart
I don’t see them now, she thought it best I depart
The children are angry, not to know who to blame
They need a father’s hand, only one’s not the same
She struggles, she fights to raise and to teach
Always afraid that they’ll only drift out of reach
My choices, so personal, are like waves on a beach
Effecting the lives of all that they reach
So blinded by passion, my heart gone astray
I had no understanding, the results of that day
How do I answer to promises broken to children and wife
The aching regrets fill my being of what I once had in my life.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Quip's Corner - Little Drops of Rain
Posted by Aaron at 8:35 AM
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