"Sacrifices" 6 - 9 - 03
i can feel it slipping away
i'm losing the words i wished to say
am i losing my great expression?
i can feel it slipping, my depression
i do not wish to lose this
i say this as it enters, the bliss
is this the cost of my love?
i aim these question from up above
as i look down and ask myself,
"Should i go back?
should i leave this unknown track
and go back to the well-known dark,
the lonely but comfortable abode of my heart...?"
I do not wish to lose my gift
but i so love the feelings of your rift
As i remember all the hurt and harm
as i lay here so warm, loved, in your arms,
i do not wish to go back to that world...
so your love gives me the words.