Rolling Stones

Rolling Stones...

Broken familys, Rolling Stones.

Heavy hearts and teary eyes.

Unspoken sorrows sink deep into bones...

As we forever choke on goodbye.

So time is a healer.

The speaker a liar.

For time continues to burn...

Like such a relentless fire.

All power and protection...

Disappears.

Lost is comfort.

Fall now fearful tears.

As hard as it is...

I tell myself it will pass.

But sometimes it feels as slow motion...

And it's the sad pictured face that lasts.

All I know is it is always worse to live a lie...

There is no future when love has died.

To remain together and fake a smile...

Will always be worse for the truth of the child.

So I take a deep breath and let go of her hand.

Tell myself this is the actions of a man.

I tell her not to be silly its only a week...

Then as I watch her tears fall I feel my heart sink.

I turn and walk slow out of sight into the night.

With the sound of her quivering voice alive still inside me.

As I blink the saltwater from the sting in my eyes...

How I wish these broken family stories didn't have to be.

Would we hurt them more by living a lie.

To take away their pain should we sacrifice.

All we can do is be true and slow down the Rolling Stones...

Find our own peace and try to build our own happy homes...

Have faith in our journeys.

Find hope beneath the sadness in you and me.

That our children will grow through the scars...

Of a Broken Family.