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The Night
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The Night |
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Lone Ranger Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 92Salvador , Bahia , Brazil |
The Night I stand here alone Looking out at the night It's hard to believe Things are not right My life is not the way I wanted it to be It's not anyone's fault It's just me I live my life by the What If I wish I could change that People try to help me Some why I don't let My friends? They just seem to get in my way Every time I'm doing something They leave me with nothing to say The wolf howls in the night But he loves the day I love many other things But I just can't say |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
A sorrowful poem of a cry of despair. yet, leaving the reader with hope that you love many things and your 'lone night pain' is a passing thing. Warm Regards, Teresa King |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Well Ranger, Should I say your off on a roll, and I extend a welcome from passions. Your work is a fire they'll soon come to know. This is a fine debut, I hope your stocked with a life full of happenings. Lucky_Dale |
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