Dove

Standing alone,
on the edge of tears,
memories come back,
every single day of every year.

Unconditional love,
that's what it has to be,
but why does this happen?

Death trying to take it away from me.

I scream out,
into the night,
for death to take me instead,
here is my life.

I stand before you,
in this mess I call life,
praying for my Grandmother,
and crying in the night.

For this moment,
so much pain,
so much worse,
than the stinging rain.

The cold trying to hide me,
and drown out my heart,
but nothing can hold back,
my heart being ripped appart.

What ever happens,
where ever she ends up,
Every time I see a dove,
I'll be sending her my love.

-=databat=-