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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

strange ballad

those weary eyes,
a laboured smile;
i've let the seconds pass me by.

a brush of the shoulders,
the times we were closer;
leave my senses behind.

if they would give the gift of sight,
just so the blind can see; they would
see hope, rising above all else.

a long and winding road awaits,
never easy; but we would do great i believe,
with good company.

and i'll pray,
that you would flash a smile and promise,
to take this walk with me.