Picking up the Pieces
I fell in love with a man I thought I knew,
who could fulfill my needs like no other could do.
He was torn between me and another,
his decision was "the other"-
Now, boxed up in this cold world
no oxygen to breathe,
to God I pray, now on my knees.
I prayed every night before I shut my eyes to cry,
would I find anyone else, and is true love a lie?
Mama never said, "Life would be easy",
papa never said, too-
but picking up the pieces was something I had to do.
If all I did was sit and cry
I'd never find another guy.
So, I wiped the tears down from my eyes
and picked up the pieces that fell from the skies-
and I'm glad I've found a guy so warm and true,
I'm very thankful for finding you.