About 10 years ago, I wrote music (Well,
lyrics. I don’t have a musical bone in
my body as I am completely tone deaf lol…although I did learn a few chords on
the guitar that I’m still ok at playing) whenever I had time. It was usually in lonely or difficult/discouraging times
in high school or college. I think the
last time I wrote anything was sometime in the middle of college, but sometimes
things happen that just make me write…like it’s the only way to control my thoughts when everything else doesn’t make sense. Plus, it’s very therapeutic. So, here is “Missing”
MISSING
The missing piece leaves me
puzzled. It keeps my mind worried.
Time is never on my side no matter
what’s happening
I can already imagine how this will end
I don’t want to be weak, moving along in
slow motion
It won’t leave my mind, I don’t have
answers
When missing a life, I’m so unsure
With the hurt, I am broken
With my doubt, I am hoping
So, I carry on, carry on, carry on,
I’m gonna carry on for us
This missing light makes me fall down
while darkness comes in
I try so hard to see through it, looking
for normal within
I still stand up and fight so this won’t
ruin me
The pain will stay for a while. But one
day I’ll find healing.
It won’t leave my mind, I don’t have
answers
When missing a life, I’m so unsure
With the hurt, I am broken
With my doubt, I am hoping
So, I carry on, carry on, carry on,
I’m gonna carry on for us
I’m just trying to understand
And this was never part of my plan
I’m just trying not to come undone
Please don’t take this away again
The missing dream that I have always
longed for
Don’t let it slip away from me, Give me
faith to be stronger
It won’t leave my mind, I don’t have
answers
When missing a life, I’m so unsure
With the hurt, I am broken
With my doubt, I am hoping
So, I carry on, carry on, carry on,
I’m gonna carry on for us
So I carry on (I still carry on), I
carry on (I still carry on), I carry on (keep carrying on),
I'm gonna carry on for us
So I carry on (I still carry on), I
carry on (I still carry on), I carry on (I still carry on),
I'm gonna carry on for us
September was a hard month…Octobers
usually make things a little better. I
have hope. It's ok to be hopeful in uncertain
parts of your life. Don't let someone try to take that hope away from you. Thankful for the hugs and support of my
Hubby, little girl, and a few others close to us.
Love,
Leslie
