These are all the pieces of me, Take them as you go. Where they fit I never knew, its been so long I just don't know.

Once I was broken badly, but I never could quite find. Were it was along this journey, that I lost my mind.

Just take my shattered essence, that used to be my soul. I tried to paste it back together once, but I could never make it whole.

I watch you walk out the door, if I didn't care I wouldn't cry. Just take these broken pieces please, so you never ask me why.

Looking at you I see how you  cry,
47 years of hell but you get up and try

your fragile too frail like your ready to break,
I'm not sure how much more your able to take.

Frightened I'll wake with you no longer here,
thoughts of you this way I let out a tear

Your hurt yes your angry with this I agree,
don't make these threats, cut the rope from the tree.

Your my mother for you I will always care.
slowly your starting to age, the grey is showing in your hair.

It's not too late to make a change,
although its hard and at fist it seems strange.

looking at you there's no sense of hope,
thinking of ways I can help you to cope.

Why do we cry when we lose?
Why do we laugh at misfortune?
What makes success seem so successful?

Can people hear our thoughts as we interpret theirs,
in judgmental, hyper sensitized vibrations?

Breaking bonds
Like haunted hearts
Inside lost jars
From sunken ships
Lost at sea
I'm lost you see
& I can't tell you that
Cause it's not up to me
[Anymore]