Runaway Tear
Posted on 30. Aug, 2006 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Loss, Romantic
I tried to stand tall, yet I faltered
My spirit gave way to impatient footsteps
And my body, strong and secure
Became a ragged casualty of love
It was something in me,
Some called it a lack of faith
A belief in myself, perhaps not knowing why
Or simply questioning who I was
On one side, I remember seeing my family
A brilliant audience that often helped me choose
Some were people I cared about, a few strangers
And a select group of friends I defined as my real family
But I was alone, shaking in hesitation
Fearful that I held someone’s life in my hand
And I didn’t know if I was right or wrong
I couldn’t breathe, let alone see my own future
Happiness, deceit
Love or obsession
My world was simply defined by two words
Basic ideas that failed to save my sanity
Feeling a tear in my eye as I thought “Yes”
Breaking away from the facade that I wore
As it rolled down my face,
I said only one word, “No”
I saw the love of my life in my own two hands
Everything I had wanted in front of me
Seconds away from finding my reason for living
And yet it vanished behind my back as I ran
No one said a word, the universe was silent for them
Yet it screamed heartbreak for my soul
And my love, simply left standing alone
On the altar we had built together