Good Life

If it wasn't real

If it wasn’t real then why does it hurt so much?

Was it just a dream a wonderful dream.

Just for a while the pictures perfect.

Between the bruises and the pain the hurt remains!

Through the tears the picture never to be the same.

Hear my heart crying for the love that is not there.

Tears for the scars my children bear.

Was the picture just in my head?

The house, children, and the mini fan, trips to the y, and a father who really cared!

A Love that was kind.

Hear my heart crying for the Love that is not there.

Tears for the scars my children bear.

As I hold my Grandson in my arms, God’s picture is perfect!

LOVE NEVER FAILS

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