What can make us carry on?
When all that's left is heart ache..
The days they seem so long.
What happens after this
I wonder every day..
What is all these memories
Begin to fade away...
What happens when your life is shattered..
Can you still go on?
What do you do when the tears start to fall
Every time you hear that one song?
How do you pick up the pieces?
How do you even try to mend..
When all that's left are memories
Until we can hold our babies again?
Comfort me Oh Lord I plead,
Bless me with your peace..
Cover me with Love my lord
Help me find the strength..
Some one stop this hurting
Take away this pain,
Give them back to me again
and let me laugh and Sing
I know I am only waiting
For that special day
I know that I should praise and laugh
But today..
I feel only pain.
© Mylynda Daudt February 2000
Can it ever mend
Once your spirit is broken
Can it be whole again
Each little peace is sacred..
each little part must fit
But when a peace is gone again
there is no replacement for it
We learn to laugh and smile again
feel guilty when we do
We learn to live our lives again
all the while missing you..
I know you want to see us
Smiling and happy for you
You're in heaven Angel
But we wish we could see you too
My heart it feels so heavy
and yet I smile for and laugh
sometimes I want to scream it
this smile is just a mask...
If only it were tomorrow
you know that golden day
when once again I will hold you
and the pain will fade away..
Till then my love i hold you
in my broken heart
I'm trying to learn to live again
today is a brand new start
© My Daudt February 2000
Is it possible, tell me, to hold onto dreams
When they've crumbled to ashes, and nothing it seems..
Remains but the memories of happier days
When tomorrow held promise in infinite ways.
Can you hold onto hope after losing a child?
When nothing makes sense, and nothing's worthwhile?
When the days and the nights all roll into one,
and though moving's an effort, it's easy to run...
But no matter how fast there appears no escape
From the pain and heartache that follow and shape
the efforts we make to hold onto our dreams..
That have crumbled to ashes, that are haunted, it seems
By our constant companions of guilt and despair;
horror and grief tag along everywhere.
Where are our answers, where does pain end?
I search and I suffer - I ask you again..
Can you hold onto hope after losing a child?
When nothing makes sense,
and nothing's worthwhile?
-Sally Migliaccio
