my body stone cold
my heart has stopped oh just to old
I’m not like the young lovers.
I’ve got many broken feelings for others.
a man of my old age.
has many stories on his page.
I was in the same room.
as her body fell as lifeless as the broom.
hoping it was a night mare I just began to weep.
and soon fell a sleep.
but the images during my nap.
was a cold hard slap.
waking up hoping for the best.
there wasn’t even a heart beat in her chest.
sent to jail for slaughter.
against me my very own daughter.
they hadnt known it was suicide.
with a glass of cyanide.
how can these lovers love ?
when there fate is left to the forces above.
who else is aware.
so go ahead lovers for now just care,
it’s difficult to doubt a lie.
but you can try.
then maybe you won’t lose your heart.
just before your next days start