Sunday, November 21, 2004
Thoughts
"Dearest Friend"
Take my hand my child, don't drop those worn out diamonds from your eyes like rain from the sky.
Really, should I try tell the end, my dearest friend?
Keep on with this struggle I can't seem to win?
Try and keep a hold of this withering hope?
Even when its so worn out and old?
Take my hand my child, don't drop those worn out diamonds from your eyes.
Child, Child, Don't let it tear its way in even though this perfect cycle seems to have no end.
It seems as if a hound chained and bound
but you have a gift few will ever get no matter how many of there days are blown on the wind.
Can see the faint glimmer in the endless darkness of this sorrow.
Always have a reason for tomorrow.
You have so much more in life then you will ever realize.
Opionins
I figured I would post this piece. It has been qualified to be published in a poetry book and insterted into a contest, guess I'll see what happens.
"Dearest Friend"
Take my hand my child, don't drop those worn out diamonds from your eyes like rain from the sky.
Really, should I try tell the end, my dearest friend?
Keep on with this struggle I can't seem to win?
Try and keep a hold of this withering hope?
Even when its so worn out and old?
Take my hand my child, don't drop those worn out diamonds from your eyes.
Child, Child, Don't let it tear its way in even though this perfect cycle seems to have no end.
It seems as if a hound chained and bound
but you have a gift few will ever get no matter how many of there days are blown on the wind.
Can see the faint glimmer in the endless darkness of this sorrow.
Always have a reason for tomorrow.
You have so much more in life then you will ever realize.
Opionins
I figured I would post this piece. It has been qualified to be published in a poetry book and insterted into a contest, guess I'll see what happens.
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