Changing of the moon.

When I was broken
The world was colourless

I couldn't see past the tears
Everything was soaked
In the bluest of blue
And the sky wept with cloud's of grey, the nights had no answer, and daylight
Came to soon

I stopped looking up for clarity, I missed the changing of the moon

He left me with a loneliness
That my heart could not contend

I cut the flesh I walked within, aching for my soul
to mend

I played pretend, like he was alive, and just in some distant space,

But sadness grew upon my brow, a weakened
Smile upon my face

I searched the grounds of where he traveled, I so badly wanted to walk there too

But in my heart of broken piece's, somehow
I always knew

That he had gone to heaven
And there was nothing
That I could do

In my prayers, I prayed for him, that he would feel
no pain

And if he'd only wait for me, I'd see his face again

I loved him with a childhood innocence, I loved him all my life

And in the depths of mourning, I wasted half in strife

I promised that I would not let go, and one day he
would see

That love it keeps its promises, but some are just not ment to be

The tears became a constant blur, in vision
I could not see

that painted rainbows and sunset skies, were lost pieces of what was me

And so I started looking up

And colours began to return

And so the love grew stronger

And still my heart does burn

And when the nights get lonely, I look up at the stars

And thank the heavens beautiful, for a lesson
Built in scars

And to love everlasting
A kiss upon the grave of he

and in another lifetime
Lover's we would be.