03 November 2006

Reference VII

Just how I learned the lesson
that everyone's alone,
and your eyes must do some raining
if you're ever gonna grow.
When crying don't help
you can't compose yourself,
it helps to compose a poem--
an honest verse of longing,
or a simple song of hope.

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