Maybe Tomorrow

I lay and listen, I can hear your voice,
‘She has to go’. ‘we have no choice’
I crawl further down the bed,
Maybe tomorrow I might be dead.

You packed my things, you didn’t cry,
Why do you hate me, please tell me why.
You didn’t look – you turned away,
And I was leaving – you – that day!

Standing all alone I look around,
Nothing familiar, it’s all new ground.
Maybe a letter will come from you today,
Maybe a visit, I hope, I pray.

In the dark of night I steal away,
Down endless lanes I seem to stray.
I reach the door and knock for you, but
It opens slowly and then slams shut.

I loved you, oh so very much,
I longed and yearned for your touch.
Your words would hurt, but I wouldn’t blink,
For years the pain just wouldn’t sink.

Then as a mother I held my own little one,
A darling precious baby son.
The tears fall, I wanted you to see,
The new life that God gave me.

Then all to soon he was taken from me,
All I ever wanted was the love of a family,
I crawled further down the bed, maybe tomorrow I might be dead.

 
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