I pray for the day to come when I don't fall to a million pieces,
just at the sound of his name.
I pray there is a day where I don't cry myself to sleep.
I pray that there is a day when I don't fall to my knees
in despair and hold back the tears that are beckoning to pour down my face.
Just like they had a million times before.
I pray that one day I won't crumble into a million pieces
when I receive his letters.
it never settled that i would endure such a pain
these chains yanking my heart apart. I pray that there comes a day these shackles loosen from my  bleeding heart everytime I wake.
I pray for a good day, where I can smile and say
I'm fine and mean it.
I pray for the day that my shattered heart fits together once more.
I pray for the day I'm not
shattered, broken, and alone.
I think about the day I may see him again,
wrapped up in my own loneliness like a blanket of despair.
my impaired heart breaking day by day with all its might.
the sight of seeing his grace and beauty is,
The one thing I hold on to ever so tightly.
Seeing that face of his again that,
I adore with all my heart.
looking at him and whispering one sweet sweet whisper,
“I missed you elder”
I pray for the day to come when I can wrap my arms around him,
just like I had before.
I pray for the day I can see him again.
and I pray for this day to come soon.