One of those cold October nights,
when all you can do is sit there and write,
In dead silence,
the dead of night,
nothing ever feels quite right.
There no words that could possibly explain,
These thoughts, these feelings within my brain,
The unthinkable had happened,
The death of my unborn child,
All I can do is sit here and write a while,
I don't know what else to do,
Maybe I'll drink another glass or two,
Forget pain and my sorrow,
Maybe even sleep just for a while,
I'm so depressed this feeling can't be worse
How can one man bare such a heavy curse.
This rain pours down and life gives in
Who knows tonight what might happen....