You took the colour from my life;
I felt it drain away.
And all of yesterday’s promises;
Became something that didn’t want to stay.
Infused in a fog;
I would plea.
Not for heartfelt dreams;
But to somehow, again; just be me.
You took a piece of me; a part of my soul
The only good to come;
a surrendering of control.
That the worst that could’ve happened;
could now set me free.
That God could make good come from this evil;
The part you stole;
~That piece of me