posted June 05, 2005 03:33 PM
When I was young
I would pray every night
for every one Iloved.Some where along the way
I lost sight of that love>
Now I can't seem to feel it.
But in my dreams at night
I hear the angels crying
I hear them crying for me.
I'm really not sure why
But I am grateful
Not in a selfish way either.
Hearing them cry for me
Lets me know that they are there
and won't let me forget.
I don't pray like I did anymore
Out of spite I admit
But I know they are there.
Waiting for me to notice..
notice them cry for me.
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xx
Kt
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love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove.
William Shakespeare