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Angel (repost) |
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Broken Member
since 2000-03-12
Posts 271The woods 
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ANGEL It`s bedtime now You have survived But bruised and beaten You lay in bed You`ve taken your punches One more time, one more day So rest now angel Dream sweet dreams 'Cause tomorrow knows another way To break you down, blow you away But don`t be afraid I`ll be there To hold your hand and walk with you And if we fall, don`t let go We`ll both give in and let them win So rest now angel Dream away Dream about your final day Then all your wounds won`t hurt no more And mockery don`t mean a thing Life`s a game we cannot win We beg forgiveness for our sin And soon will see the last cruel day Then all bright birds will fly away So rest now angel, get some sleep Tomorrow you`ll cry your final weep You and me will always be We`ll walk together endlessly... [This message has been edited by Broken (edited 06-22-2000).] |
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EagleOne Member Elite
since 2000-03-07
Posts 2829Between a laugh and a tear... |
"Life`s a game we cannot win" If you go into any game thinking you can't win, you have already lost! God grant me the serenity to accept the people I cannot change, the courage to change the one I can, and the wisdom to know it's me. ~Unknown |
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bluebrdy65 Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 276Gladys, |
this one is a little sad for me I have a friend with the nickname angel and I could see her in your poem as if you knew her Great Job Blue |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
you are so right we can't win in life because we all die but thats not what matters its what we do in life that counts. great work here. thanks for posting. I'm a dying romantic and when i can no longer write i can no longer live -Jeremiah Johnson- |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
I just don't know what to say, this is ?? so sad, I hate days I lose to, there is so much out in this world that is good, and on bad days we just pass it up, and have given up one day at a time. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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