Sleeping Hearts
By FranticFad
Marching madness, freedom cries Strung along on endless lies Compassion's lost, love's demise Rending, silent, heartfelt pain Yearning efforts, all in vein A life of struggling smiles to feign Furtive, quiet, secret touch A stolen moment means so much Your sleeping heart I tried to clutch Written April 14th, 2002 © on Apr 14 2002 01:52 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Marching madness, freedom cries..."