Searching, seeking, always looking
For a part of me that is always missing
For a warmth, now faded by time,
For the hope, struck by fear
For the smile, washed away in sorrow's tears
The yearning that flickers in undying flame,
The missing part of me I cannot name.
what area of your life does this relate to mames?
ReplyDeleteEm,
ReplyDeleteRight before when Dad left and thereafter - in a sense, the "fatherless days". There's a neat old Newsboys song that I was reminded of when I wrote this called "Always the Same".
I love you-