He walks alone...
Where two hearts beat as one
Now one struggles on its on
So empty inside, just a shell
All joy inside is gone
How can the wind still blow
Or the autumn leaves fall
How can the sun keep on shining
When there's nothing left at all
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He walks alone...
She walks with me in spirit
Not many can understand
That when I walk along the beach
Leah still holds my hand
Its the only thing keeping me going
Jesus and my memory
Of a beautiful , precious lady
That will forever live in me
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He walks alone...
One day I'll walk in the sun again
Or feel the rain against my face
But for now I am hurting
And I just can't win the race
Keep me in your prayers
Such pain I've never known
Its hard to suddenly be
A man who walks alone...
2008 Linda Hill
You write with such a grand magnitude of style, grace, depth, and thought . . . fantastic!!
Love,
Lance
Sandie Angel :o)
Wonderfully written.
Doug
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Connie
Harold Matthew Nash
In Christs Love
Michelle~
(((HUG)S)) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
"He walks alone...
She walks with me in spirit
Not many can understand
That when I walk along the beach
Leah still holds my hand
Its the only thing keeping me going
Jesus and my memory
Of a beautiful , precious lady
That will forever live in me"
Tears of both sadness and joy filled my heart...yes the beach was our favorite spot...Tybee Island as a matter of fact...when I read those lines; I was there. I could feel her and I knew...Oh God I knew. It is true that only a few know how broken my spirit is. The hurt cannot be described....but your words put me on that beach...I just want to hold her hand again...we always held hands wherever we went even after all these years...sometimes I feel so lost and out of place...until one loses a spouse in the way I lost Leah...they will never truly know the entire depth of this pain...maybe I don't know, but maybe it is because we held hands even after all these years; maybe it is because I loved her soo deeply; maybe it is because I am weak...maybe its all of the above...but do know this...your poem put me with her for a little while...GOD BLESS YOU.
Allen
What a beautiful reach of compassion and love to our brother, who's hurting a deep and terrible hurt ... well done. I pray this brings him comfort.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.