Now you ask me to move past;
forward with this hurt inside.
Broken now; and falling apart.
Touch the clock of time; turn it back
for the mercy of my soul.
I can not move . . . past this pain;
words, feelings and disguise;
the truth is out; it can not hide.
My anger fills me and I am hushed.
Not bruised; but broken
heart beats in crazed rhythm;
it's hard to say what I'll do
if I'm pushed.
I walk away; turn off the phone;
your words haunting my soul. |
