A smile on my face, a tear in my eye, Hold steady, hold still — don’t laugh, don’t cry. Like trying to light a fire in the pouring rain, My life will never be the same. Sun comes up through an open door, Light spills in but nothing stirs. An empty cradle on the floor. A place where my mind still goes — Little fingers, little toes. A painted future that disappeared, Faith and sorrow linger here. The world keeps spinning hard and fast, But I keep reaching for the past. Hold on or let it go Trapped between the shadow. No grand plan, no long goodbyes, Just quiet rooms and lullabies. An empty cradle on the floor.
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