Friday Mourning
Chris Johnson / Cooter
A desperate breath inhaled, then it leaves you
Hollowed out, and you struggle to feel something
Abandoned eyes that drowned in the disbelief and
Doubt, when you woke up friday morning
It still seems so surreal
These scars should slowly heal
I remember when you kneeled, you didn't say goodbye
You knew she wasn't gone
You whispered
"Until we meet again, you'll be
Watching me, I know
Please save a place for me and when I'm finally
Called back home, I'll see you smiling there"
The angels in your bedroom softly sing her name
It's getting easier to sleep now
So you feel some comfort, but still it's not the same
But it's better than the twisted silence
You woke up friday morning