She's letting it all go;

Rage, Rapture, Tears.
A cold floor holding blessings
that are still unnoticed.
Frames holding pictures,
that just seem too fake.
But, reality is held within,
the happiness of family.

Rage, Rapture, Tears.
A cold floor holding blessings
that are still unnoticed.
A nice, warm hug
after a long day,
that's just pushed aside,
in order to continue to blame
(everyone but herself)

Rage, Rapture, Tears.
A cold floor holding blessings
that are still unnoticed.
A phone call ending in a fight,
though it's been way to long.
Seventeen months, to be exact,
but still dwelling on the past.
( she continues to run).

Rage, Rapture, Tears.
A cold floor holding blessings
that are still unnoticed.
A life passing her by,
with no smiles at all.
She's letting it all go;
the blessings she received.