See, there is a hole in my heart.
Raging…
Growing…
Sailing away like “Noah’s Ark”.
It dies,
It cries,
And I can’t help but wonder “why”.
Leaning on you for moral support.
Yet you move and let me fall to my doom.
“Am I crazy?”
Or just dumb?
Birds fly away,
But I’m here to stay.
I want to move and sore through the sky,
Just to say “hello” to God.
Friends come and go.
Though my soul doesn’t know.
Pushed to the side line just for show.
Told to lie, and only one person knows.
And now it’s my time to cry…
Now It’s my time to die.
Searching high,
Searching low.
I haven’t anywhere else to go.
When people die,
Life for us stops awhile.
Although my heart will soon be gone,
It still holds those close who I feel I know.
L.B., S.N., and some more who you don’t know,
They’re all my friends.
Whose looking for a place to start.
And to them, I ask ‘em please,
“Can you feel this hole in my heart?”
If not, then I won’t ask you to leave,
But I won’t ask you to stay.
Yet this question is unanswered,
And you all stare at me like I’m dumb.
Maybe you did not hear me,
Let me repeat again…
“Can you feel this hole in my heart?”
Raging…
Growing…
Sailing away like “Noah’s Ark”.