Empty
Empty faces in empty cars
I stop at the light and stare at their scars
Empty heart and empty soul
Used to know my way but I lost my role
Empty buildings on crowded streets
An empty bed as I pull up my sheets
Empty house that's not a home
Should I sell it now and learn how to roam
Empty children with blood shot eyes
My nights are empty as I sit and cry
Empty visions in my empty mind
Since I found him dead life's been so unkind
Empty hopes followed by dead dreams
Try to go to sleep but I'm wakened by my screams
Empty promises given in vain
A chump to the hustle so now I live in pain
Empty future with little hope I see
I pray to you Jesus please touch your Hand to me.
written 10/02/2011 by: Thomas Patrick Calvert
Chapt. 21 NO LIMITS- Book 2- Beyond the Vale
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