I still cant believe this is happening
Every morning I wake up, I hope it was just a bad dream
Then reality hits and I struggle to hold back the tears
I feel so broken.
So crushed
How could this happen?
Though I curse the sun for shining,
and wonder at this cruel unjust world,
I have found strength in the realization that HIS weeping surpasses my own.
Her cry was restoration,
And though she could not wate,
Now she is restored,
And her cry becomes my own.
