Empty Hands

Life is too impossible Night is the only companion thinking wondering dreading Going places to see how machines live to see what shadows feel to confirm all fears Will the light break? Will the dawn come? I'm washed by goodness. Walking the park you whisper you love me Your words fade lighting the setting sun and like that sun you are always there Some mistakes can be removed others blotted out and the most overwhelming can be remade How is it you came to me? Knowing me to my very depths How did you determine my heart Confirm to me the things I knew so long ago when life was fresh and new How do you love me? so broken so incomplete