A hardened heart
and down I lay
to search for hope
again I pray
My plight for peace
and trust and love
My eyes stray upward
to the ceiling above
My room is small
yet walls close in
I'm looking back
to where I've been
My life lived well
no sound regrets
And still I search,
no love found yet
The crowd looks on
my breath gives way
As I leave my dreams
to try again; maybe better
today.
Sept. 15, 1995
Friday, September 15, 1995
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