The Thrill is Gone

The Thrill is Gone:
By Robin Nederlof.

I used to think I could handle it all.
Making jokes about becoming great.
Never ever would I take the fall.
But now I know all about fate.

My mother always sang while she cooked.
She was my light, the sun and the moon.
I remember everything, the way she looked.
Why was she taken from me, so soon.

I used to think I was in control.
Life was just one big thrill.
That way of thinking took its toll.
Because now I know of gaps to fill.

My father always hugged me before going to bed.
He was my pride, passion and power.
I remember everything, the scars he had.
But in the end he was a delicate flower.

A flower plucked, from my garden.
Her voice ripped from my head.
Scars turn into wounds again.
As light slowly fades away.

I used to think l would never know grief.
What was out there, that could take me on.
Now all I want is to pull the trigger and leave.
Because sadly, the thrill is gone…