Thinking of second chances and wishing for the day when there will be peace and civilness.
Praying that some day two broken people will heal enough to be able to be in each others presence without fear of hurt or back sliding.
That someday lives can be lead without fear.
My heart aches for that day. My soul wishes for it to be tomorrow.
My mind doubts that day will ever come, and so I hurt, and I cry.
And yet again I try to move on.