THERE ARE TIMES IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I DO,
THOUGHTS FILLED WITH SORROW FIND THEIR WAY THROUGH.
THOUGH HURTFUL THE REALITY IS TRUE,
I DON'T KNOW YOUR VOICE, YOUR LAUGHTER.
MY WARM HUGS, MY LOVING TOUCH YOU HAVEN'T FELT.
SOME HOW I DREAM YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU.
I PRAY THERE COMES A TIME WE FILL EACH OTHERS DAY.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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