There are nights i wake
only to sob,
there are nights i wake
calling your name.
It is your face that
haunts my dreams,
your sweet smile,
the sound of your voice,
the smell of your hair.
It is your name that
is carved in my chest.
Even though you’re
gone away from me.
There is no pain greater,
no sorrow that can surpass,
no grief that could overpower
what i feel now that you’re gone.
There is a horrible cold
inside my bones,
inside my heart,
where you used to be.
Is there balm in Gilead?
If i succumb to this
piercing ache
will i be accepted into
warm, loving arms?
If i lay down to sleep,
never to wake,
will you be waiting
for me at the gates?
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Is There Balm In Gilead?
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