Why must this be
Light crosses the morning sky
© 1998 All rights reserved by Jeanne Gillott
but darkness fills my heart
why must this be
For they never find the true me
Tears sting welling in my heart
black as it beats
dark and cold, foreboding
confusion sets in my mind
who's right or wrong
neither is right
Blackness overshadows my heart
why must this be
Missing my life that was
once shiny and new
Once life was bright
but now forgotten
left behind in an empty coffin...