I must be on of the forsaken mass.
In the line for love, I'm sure to be last.
Something so hard I seem to strive.
Something that makes me feel alive.
No one can ever tell me who I really am
and you can never smell the too sweet scam.
The flim flam that broke all our hearts
and in the end, no one knows how it starts.
What do we do when we're all alone?
Far away from family, friends and home?
Letters we wrote that never left the page.
Letting us know our maturity from our age.
Fear of never seeing a postcard reply
Never knowing the answer to the questions 'Why'?
Should we all have to repeat the same song?
Even though we know it's gone on too long?
Even with all this I'm still here
Living alone with my compassion and fear.
Now she's gone and the stage is set to clear
and even with that, I'm still here.

06/14/1998

Posted on 12/16/2003
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