In Flight

In the wee hours of the morning,
It's quiet enough to hear a pin drop...
And at one point of my life
I used to wait
At this hour
For my heart to stop

Now as I sit here
Reflecting on the things that were
And the life that was
I marvel at how
I loved just because

Even if my heart
Felt like it was breaking
Or it was as
Coal encrusted as
An Undiscovered Diamond
Buried in the Core of the Earth
I loved

Well, I tried to at least
Not realizing that
In my WAKE
Broken pieces
Of other jewels
Would be left

But I loved
The only way I knew how...

In FLIGHT