I miss my daughters.
I miss our love.
Like a sun without warmth.
Like a plant without water.
I wait, I wait.
time it does not.
I think, I think.
My mind does not stop.
Rolling over and over,
like the wave in each tide.
Always reaching, never reaching.
I am drowning inside.
My soul it does ache.
My heart it is broken.
No chance it is mended.
No words ever spoken.
To me, or to you,
it was always shut down.
Fobade as a sin, the devil does frown.
With that stare I have known, our love turned to stone.