Reaching Out With Broken Fingers by Thyne Scabbard
I'm reaching out with broken fingers, to the things I cannot have.
You are so close but I can't see you, I miss you so much I might go mad.
I'm reaching out with broken fingers, to the children who hold my heart.
I want to say that I love you, and wish you were both in my arms.
Its not the end.
I took for granted all the times we had,
When I could have held you close anytime I wanted.
I can't live without you, I can't live my life, without your hands in mine
I might just die. With out you here beside me I feel my soul might die.
Alone my heart in screaming to see your precious eyes.
The precious hands of my children come back to me.
Without your presence I am dying come back to me.
I can't live without you.
Through this fight I will not surrender, until your hands are held in mine.
Your innocence and safety will be first, I'll never jeopardize your lives.
I'll be here fighting for you until I die, There's nothing I won't stand up too.
It brings me joy when I look into your eyes, The best gift I'll ever have is you