every now and then i still fall apart . . . when the rain falls . . .

when i see a familiar image
when i hear a familiar voice
when i hum a familiar tune
and i ask the same questions
i have asked once before
is it all worth it
to bear the marks
of a wounded heart
is it all worth it
to shed a tear
for lives torn apart
is it all worth it
to keep the thoughts
of a love long gone
is it all worth it
to hold the hope
for a brand new dawn
when wounds are healed
and tears are shed no more
when scars are sealed
and love is found once more
and i answer
IT IS ALL WORTH IT


*it was raining heavily last night about 3a.m..