Desperado
By sidewinder
Desperado, Who are you? Living your life on the run, You stand alone quiet and still, Shadows of the past surrounding you, Mysteriously you appear to be content, yet something in your eyes says otherwise, What happened in your past? You shun all emotions, All but the hate you keep inside you, Desperado, Could it be that you see a desperateness held only deep within your soul, Those shadows reach deep but the stillness of your face walls off emotions of what your life had done to you, A tear drops... regrets of past events haunting you ...in the darkness you are naked, Silently... you find that completeness that you need, reaching into a light... Gently... you as she finds that new start whispering in the new day. Oct. 2, 2001 By: B.E. Whitehorn & Rhea Rhodana Besana Written December 24th, 2001 © on Jun 07 2002 05:41 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 4 • 3
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"Desperado,..."