when

when will i see how its all meant to be. when will i
know how it all needs to go. when will the truth out
number the lies. when will love no longer need to be
such a comprimise.

when it comes will i be too late? broken and lost and
feeling second rate. telling me lies that have turned
into a life. breaking my morale, cutting deeper than
any knife.

the clouds will break, and the sun will rise. but
unfortunately, i may never see the prize.
the life that will be lost, can't be bought at any
cost. the life that never should have been found...
the life that will leave me shattered on the ground.