My life lies in piles all over the floor.
There are photos of family and friends,
Notes of goodbye, letters of love, poems of pain
Life moves on and you look backward through the door.
Where did my dreams go to die?
I use to have so many of them.
There were things I wanted to do, to see, to be,
But somehow life has just passed me by.
Now I see the holes in my life.
That is where a mother was and a lover was.
There is where my own family should be.
Why am I alone in all this stri