As a drenched, drowned bee Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower, So clings to me My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears And laid against her cheek; Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm Swinging heavily to my movements as I walk. My sleeping baby hangs upon my life, Like a burden she hangs on me. She has always seemed so light, But now she is wet with tears and numb with pain Even her floating hair sinks heavily, Reaching downwards; As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee Are a heaviness, and a weariness.
There is a pain within this heart, My pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through me, No pain I ever felt was that one single broken heart that had been left behind and never got a chance to be healed, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can’t see it, See the light, the hope, the happiness I once wanted to feel, Now I ever feel is this sadness, this pain, this heartache, A pain within these wall I can hear it say, There is no way out, No way to wash away the pain, The pain I feel.
Hurt and pain. There's much to gain. Peace and love. It's all the same. Confusion and doubt. We're not without. We weep, we cry. We plead, we try. We laugh, we smile. Only to be hurt by one last trial. Life is a lesson, so learn it well. Maybe, one day, you can tell it's tale.
I am lost in the labyrinth of my emotions I am drowning in the depths of my despair I glanced back at you; you looked away I closed my eyes; and turned away thinking, where did I go wrong? our fire was blown fast, extinguished I was once not sure but now I do know: things that ember do not glow forever