I shudder

Every time I hear the phone ring once I’ve gone to bed
I shudder
I’m afraid of what the news might be if I go and answer
I shudder
I hate the sound of that damn phone
Late at night and all alone
Feel like a kid though I am grown
I shudder

I don’t want to hear that someone died
That phone just reaches deep inside
And pulls me to a place I don’t want to go
With parents ill, and others sick
That ringing phones a dirty trick
The news that comes with it …I just don’t want to know

My mind is racing like my heart
With images of life as we once knew it
I don’t want to forget a single day
Of how we laughed and we would play
I just don’t know how I will quite get through it
The thought of losing someone close…is tough
Of pain and grief, this heart has had enough…..

So….Every time I hear the phone ring once I’ve gone to bed
I shudder
I’m afraid of what the news might be if I go and answer
I shudder
I hate the sound of that damn phone
Late at night and all alone
Feel like a kid though I am grown
I shudder

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