Someday
By Cope
Sitting here, In her purple mountain majesty, Wondering why it is her, Her, That I cannot see. It's beautiful here, So much to do and see, Then, Why am I so sad? With her I cannot be. As I sit here, In this magnificent land, I think to myself, To live without her I couldn't stand, Every thought that I have, They all seem to begin with her. All of the great times we've had, In my mind begin to stir. So why am I not with her? This I don't understand. Hopefully someday, Someday we will walk hand in hand. Written August 24th, 1999 © on Feb 23 2002 06:28 PM PST 0 • 8
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