Cycles come and go, but we forget the path..
We knew all the numbers, but we forget the math..
We spoke of our strength but lost the war..
We spoke of saving, but now wanting more…
Cycles always come and go, but we forget the route..
We thought we could speak softly when we needed to shout..
We knew once what it was to feel love..
Then we felt rejections hard shove..
To be with or to be without, that’s the question..
To be safe, that is my only suggestion

03/14/2004

Posted on 03/14/2004
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