My heart bleeds through my pen.
It hurts not to be let in.
Patience tends to wear thin.
So I Count back from ten.
You remind me I’m just a friend.
I’ve been there and back again.
Yet I would stay until the end.
So I Count back from ten.
I see your lost thoughts within.
How do I help, where do I begin.
I’m waiting so that I may mend.
So I count back from ten.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
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To be patient
To be presistent
To be determined
Is to conquer
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