The day my faith was shaken
It all disappeared in a heartbeat
As I close my eyes, I picture the moment
The moment the world turned black
My world
The love that I once knew oh so well
The cold icy hands of mortality struck
The was the day my love for a power beyond me disappeared
So many questions, no answers
So many regrets, no time machine to take me back
The pain runs deep and I can't look back
The scars are so final, will they ever blend?
So, I can forget and move on
Live freely
Love freely again
This was the day that everything I thought I believed just vanished
I blinked and it was all gone
Gone
Stolen like a thief in the night
Gone
I feel so empty now
About the Creator
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