Thief
Stolen youth, lost in the past
Hiding my face in my pillow,
Don't want him to hear.
Everything is soaking wet,
Laying very still,
Careful not to wake him.
My heart is full of sorrow,
Could this be all my life has to offer?
My body trembles and
My soul aches.
What could have been?
All time has withered away,
like a petal from a discarded bouquet.
I'm never alone yet I feel lonely.
Who is there to really care for me?
To hold me when I'm sad,
To tell me everything will be all right.
He isn't the one for me,
The one I married so long ago.
He's not as soft as she,
Nor is he as sweet.
Like a thief in the night,
Robbed of my youth and innocence.
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