7 years

Written By Glenn McCrary & Riyah Walton

It's been 7 years since my eyes have been sober,
no pain nor heartache to make them drown
I have become numb to every poisonous drop of the pain
along with the accompanying sounds.

It's been 7 years since my heart has been alone,
ripped apart from the comfort of yours
ever since then a river of guilt has flowed from it
and I was thrown completely off course

The stitches I used to hold it all together,
are bursting at their frayed seams
and blood is drowning my aching chest
the pain of losing you
is killing me slowly as it seems.

I can barely breathe but somehow I find a way
because to my lungs you are like carbon dioxide
I have gone on a quest in search of better days
but sometimes I feel like I've died and been revived.

My heart beats gotten weaker and weaker
although my spirit to recover will never die
for every heart break can only make me stronger
and when I'm stronger i can only survive.

Because in this world survival is must
but yet again so is loyalty and trust
yet sometimes trust can make us all into a slave
that's why most secrets are better to take the grave.

So in my hand I'll carry my heart
And where my heart goes I'll treasure our promises
And I'll run till I'm hidden and alone in safety
and I'll live happily when I'm away from vicious predators.
By Glenn McCrary
© 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)