At midnight, while I lay in my bed,

All these thoughts start running through my head.

Of a life lived and now forever gone.

And yet of another life still to come, only at its dawn.

Inside I know that the one that’s been sets to course for the one to come.

Inside also lies the truth, that though I never show, I’ll need to overcome.

The faces I no longer get to see,

No longer smiling right back at me.

The voices I no longer get to hear.

No longer around, makes me shed a tear.

Inside I’m a wreck and nobody knows it but me.

Inside I’m searching for something, outside I’m happy.

Not that my faith hasn’t kept me up because it always has.

Just that my search for that love from others has never come to pass.

Those faces, voices, that are no longer around, no longer a familiar sight, familiar sound.

The thought of them makes me wonder if I’ve lost the desire to rid myself of this frown.

Inside the pain has been kept under wraps for the benefit of my everyday life.

Inside though, the mental, emotional pain has caused my mind and heart to live in strife.

Yet still, that life that is yet to come, of the time I’ll live from this day and beyond,

Will certainly be filled with new faces, new voices, that will add to the total list of bonds.

Therefore hope still exists, that’s not the question though,

For the life lived has set in motion the way the life to be lived will go.

Inside my heart may be hurting, but it still has the capacity to love once again,

Inside though also lies my mind, in which vulnerability has increased, it’s not a friend.

At midnight, while I lay in my bed

All these thoughts start running through my head.

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