The perfect day
What would that be
To lie in bed
Just you and me
Or in the park
With all of us
Watching the kids
Making a fuss
Walking the paths
Along the river
Holding hands
My heart aquiver


Maybe a perfect day
Does not exist
But putting the good times
Into a list
Can be stitched together
So throughout your life
That perfect day
Is all played out
Not all in one
But in small parts
And felt as one day
In our hearts

I’d give you the world
If it was mine to give
Hand you my life
For you live
Grant every wish
If it was in my power
Stay by your side every minute and hour
Without hesitation
I give you my heart
Endure the suffering
When we are apart

The demons are real
They whisper to me
The monsters are here
Don’t try to flee
I try not listen
To block out the noise
To keep my composure
And act with good poise
But every so often
Just now and then
I might hear whisper
That does make some sense
Then ever so slightly the mask gives a slip
The madness exposed
My sanity stripped
Just for a moment the monsters are free
Until I I can cage them
And return to be me

Could I be death
Ushering souls
From this life to the next

Could I be justice
Handing rewards
To those that are deserving

Could I be strength
Propping up
Those that need to be lifted

Could I give life
Knowing how much
Hardship and suffering are in this world

When will the hurting stop

Never

The loss is raw
The pain is real

When will the pain go

Never

The memories remain
The loss is unbearable

Until

Every day sees something good
The love is remembered
The pain is rendered
To bearable again

With the loss of a love
That was sent from above
Grief is a hole
That appears in your soul
That can never be filled
No matter your will
To try and replace
The familiar face
That was sent from above
To fill you with love

Life is change
The seasons
The years
All you can do
Is change with them
Lives are taken
New lives are created
Mourning, rejoicing
An eternal conflict
That brings us all
To the inevitable