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Chris Fortune Mar 2016
I live in a place where dreams go to die
Reliving every moment of my wretched past
Sometimes I wanna hang my head and cry
And hopeful that this feeling will not last

But reality sets in and I am trapped within myself
With no way of escape and the guilt consumes me
Begging for my shattered soul to be taken of the shelf
To close my eyes for good and to be forever set free

I know there is a reason that I wake up every day
And every day is a new day though I struggle to survive
I have come a long way just to throw it all away
But there are times that I wish that I wasn't still alive

I know that things will get better and more clearer
With the hand of God to help me guide my way
And I will be patient as I know I am getting nearer
The time will come when I spread my wings to fly away
Chris Fortune Mar 2016
It's a cold rainy night and I sit here alone.
I sit here by myself but I am not lonely.
Too many nights waiting by the telephone.
I just wanted for you to be my one and only.

It's a cold rainy night and I'm waiting to exhale.
To exhale the feelings that have calloused my heart.
And in the midst of all this my heart is impaled.
But it will all come together the longer we're apart.

I have more to live for than I have ever realized.
Every breath of life is getting more precious to me.
I will not keep feeling like I've been ostracized.
I will keep moving forward to set my heart free.

But I still sit here alone on this cold rainy night.
Contemplating on what has been and what will be.
Faithful and hoping the future will hold a guiding light.
To free me from the emptiness conjured up inside of me.
Chris Fortune Dec 2015
I am overwhelmed at the pain of my days.
I hope and pray for the hurt to go away.
And as I stand up and take a look around.
My heart is scattered in pieces on the ground.

My head is racing a thousand miles a minute.
This is a battle and I will never win it.
But in all this the realization that I found.
Is shattered into pieces on the ground.

I feel like I've come to the end of my rope.
And I can't find any way that I can cope.
But I am hopeful of the days that are abound.
But I am scattered into pieces on the ground.

I am hoping that this is just a phase in my life.
But it is hard to see an end to all of this strife.
This is a fight that I can't fight on my own.
I am afraid of stepping into the great unknown.

I know there is no reason to keep feeling this way.
And all I want is for this feeling to go away.
Until I find a purpose in all this deafening sound.
I will be spread all over in pieces on the ground.
Chris Fortune Nov 2015
This cold heart of mine, can I find a connection?
Maybe it's just a protection from rejection.
I never once intended for me to feel this way.
But it's not the way I want it that's all I can say.

I still believe in a lady to be my one and only.
Someone to confide with and to never be lonely.
I don't wanna break anyone's heart in the process.
I just wanna keep pushing on and make some progress.

But I can't just leave everything to me, myself and I.
I don't wanna go through the torment of another goodbye.
I just know how it feels to have a fatal attraction.
And I will not instigate on my heart's refraction.

So I say to you this is where my heart stands.
I will keep my heart from going to distant lands.
I never want to relive my heart being lost.
I might not live through it to count up the cost.
Chris Fortune Nov 2015
I've been trying to get myself back together
For so many years my life had fell apart.
But I am pulling through all the trouble and pain.
Sometimes my heart gets weak and it feels like rain.

I am still bombarded with all the tragedy of the past.
Every day is a new day and this feeling will not last.
I have done everything I can just to keep myself sane.
But it all comes crashing down and it feels like rain.

The way to truly live is something to be shared.
Not to be all alone and to feel like no one cared.
But if you don't pull through things will stay the same.
That is being tough whenever it feels like rain.

My mind is playing tricks on me every single day.
I wish I could make it stop and be on my way.
But the day will come when I can stop this freight train.
But in the meantime until it subsides it feels like rain.

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