At night it’s hard for me to sleep, for I hold a fear of losing that which I keep.
I fear waking in the early morning, them, gone without a warning.
The fights that are tearing us apart, they cause a killing pain in my heart.
Loosing my family is what I fear; this brings to my eye more then just one tear.
I feel as though it’s my fault; causing pain to my love ones, like a wound filled with salt.
I can’t stand the hurt that’s there everyday, not helping in anyway.
So I’ll do what I’m used to, I’ll do what I always do.
I’ll suppress the tears I wish to cry, and replace them with a fake smile and laughing lie.
I’ll save them for when I go to sleep, it is there that I’ll let them weep.