A Hand To Reach
Remember when I told you I’m having hard time and life is rough and unforgiving for me? All I get is deep sigh – and as we always do, we wondered in space.
I never thought that will be the last time we ever talked. Sickness slowly consuming you .
Every night is a fight for you get through to another day.
watching you in pain and can’t do anything is painful what more for you.
Nights gets even darker for us as days passes by what more for you.
I never thought that will be the last time we ever talked. Sickness slowly consuming you .
Every night is a fight for you get through to another day.
watching you in pain and can’t do anything is painful what more for you.
Nights gets even darker for us as days passes by what more for you.
Until that faithful day that final moment, that final hour when you reaching your weak hand at me and I quickly grab it, as soon as I touch your hand I feel how sickness made you so weak that I could only feel your bone but I felt the heat- I remember that heat when I was a kid it took me back from the days when you still holding my tiny hands and I was slapping your palms.
I fuckin’ wished from that time that I could do anything to ease the pain, I realized that life is indeed rough and unforgiving but Good Lord has better plan, seen enough that he don’t want you to suffer anymore what more for HIM.
Eighteen years with you was great and the best part and will always be.
And for Eighteen years to come I’ll bringing the lessons I that I’m still trying to learn until now.
I’m still not used of being without you ,
I guess it’s the absence of the person that makes you want her more and made you realize the significance.
Maybe, next time I’m going to reach for your hand.
I know we lived in borrowed life and life is fragile that’s too precious to waste, I’m always great that I exist into to this borrowed world .
and I’ll be counting days and nights till I’m with you………
And for Eighteen years to come I’ll bringing the lessons I that I’m still trying to learn until now.
I’m still not used of being without you ,
I guess it’s the absence of the person that makes you want her more and made you realize the significance.
Maybe, next time I’m going to reach for your hand.
I know we lived in borrowed life and life is fragile that’s too precious to waste, I’m always great that I exist into to this borrowed world .
and I’ll be counting days and nights till I’m with you………
Friday, November 19, 2010
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