Future
By Tegs
Pictures falling softly from the walls of my room My life seems to be changing leaving the old for the new. The sad reminders of my past, of which I try to cling, Keep getting trampled underfoot by those who can’t feel the sting. Saying goodbye to what I once held so dear I’m feeling so lost without that support near. No replacement for my lifetime long past I have no direction, I have been broken at the mast. Where do I go now, the future is so wide. It would help so if you were at my side. Take my hand, and lead me blind into the way Of whatever is coming, and there together we can stay. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 12:32 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Pictures falling softly from the walls of my room..."