It Had A Peace
Staring in the mirror I see an aching heart,
And wondering if that can be changed,
Could I find the missing part?
The one I've searched for, for so long,
The fantasy inside .
The tattered piece,
The broken dream,
The everlasting love that seems,
To carry all the burdens, the world cannot uphold,
Fill the longing, wonder when, and mend the hard cracked mold.
That once, long ago, had held an image strong,
But never will it make again ,
The peace it had so long.