Moving On

I fell in love with a woman. I thought she felt the same.

She decided that she didn’t, and said I was to blame.

So I let her go, but it wasn’t a show. I still feel that blow.

We cherished our two kids. They simply were the best.

But with our broken marriage, we all failed the test.

They all had their say, turned and walked away,

Leaving me to die a little more each day.

That’s life, I’m told. I should just move on. Move on.

So I do, as if I had a choice. Moving on.

It’s amazing all the things that get thrown my way.

They say not fighting back shows my feet of clay.

I don’t jump for money, so I’m just lazy prey.

And since I don’t date anyone, they’re sure I must be gay.

I let that slide. No need to hide. It won’t break my stride.

And yet I can’t deny that hole still tears my soul.

It leaves me a simple goal that daily takes its toll.

For faith to stay within this fray,

Praying time with have its sway,

Yet leaving me to die a little more each day.

That’s life, I’m told. I should just move on. Move on.

So I do, as if I had a choice. Moving on.

But it’s in Christ that I stand,

Clinging always to His hand,

Taking each day as best I can,

Sticking to His great plan.

This world may never understand,

But it’s my choice, and my brand.

That’s life, my friends. My life. Moving on. Moving on.