Forlorn...
Forlorn, we gaze upon the past, oh no... Could it be, our lives have moved on past us now? What is it? You might ask, I do not know... Seek ye, for life is grand, if we allow. O'er time all can be well, give it we must; Through time, all can be healed, what needs have we? Come time, love is waiting, to be with us... Given time, love shall make us want to be. What is life? We may ask, what do we do? Our hearts bleed, we feel our lives are through... Troubled, we loose ourselves of love's appeal. Till now, our love has been unbroken, true? When our hearts break, we know that we must do... © Jonathan Wikkins October 22, 2001 Revised March 6, 2008 All Rights Reservedand another! Written October 22nd, 2001 © on Oct 22 2001 08:07 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff society • thoughts • life
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"Forlorn, we gaze upon the past, oh no......"