With hair let down
eyes sheding tears
she hid behind the dark of strands
she hid behind the heart of years
Back and forth
to and fro
she hailed her time
to magical days
But the truth might disclose this:
she's still stuck in the mid of time and space.
Alive the dreams she held inside
alive the sorrow back in time
but holding her back is one true compassion
this horrid scar which birth this rhyme
This is left of one difficult confession
may periods of life sustain a hymn
that'd pierce your heart and also mine
live it, or leave it...
for you to decide and I to decline...
Saturday, October 06, 2007
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