I think tonight I will just wait for a better tomorrow. With today came loneliness and sorrow, heartache and longing. I miss my baby, my hopes and dreams of days that I will never see.
Look at you with your blanket. I sure hope you have one. I hold on to yours every night. There's a song that say's if Heaven wasn't so far away I would pack up my things a drive there for the day you better believe I would be there even if it was just for the day. The more I try to move on the more the sting of your death beats on the surface of my heart. Maybe I am not ready to take on the world, but I don't suppose I truly have a choice. So I will just flip my hour glass, say a prayer, and wait for a better tomorrow.
Missing you the most today!