"Prisoner Of The Night "

The sun has gone down,
and I have yet one more drink,
but still I lay in the cold dark night,
struggling, I lay... awake.
Hurt and confusion
flooding through my heart...and I sink
into the bitter swirling waters
of an icey cold black lake.

Memories, they are such
cruel tormentors, forcing me
to look again and again at our love
like a well run movie scene,
Flashing like hot lighting,
striking at my mind...making me see
pictures of us, the laughter we shared,
the places we have been.

These long nights taunting,
as they imprison me, swallowing me whole
locking me into the clutches
of a dismal world without you near
Invisible walls, no doors by which to leave,
encase my bleeding soul
the silence whispers haunting words
and I`m scared without you here

Sleep, oh sleep would be a welcome friend,
if only she would come,
she takes me on a wonderful journey
to a familiar happy place,
where you are still mine, we`re together once more,
the hurt is all undone
A place where I can still hold your hand
and kiss your handsome face

But even then, no real release,
no parole, no freedom from the pain,
because soon in the break of day
when the sun begins to shine
I have to wake and when I do,
I have to face the truth again
that I will never again be able to hold you,
and you are no longer mine

©2003 LCB