Without Him

I closed The Book, and thought I'd try,
To live without, The Man who died.

I left the Light, to walk in Dark.
I then took back my broken heart.

From that point on, my life just slid,
With hurting feelings, that I kept hid.

Then I turned my head.
His arms were open.
My tears started to fall.
The silence was broken.

The sweet refuge, I found within,
Now I know, I can't live, without Him.