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My Confidant, My Friend Tell me if we do pretend To be a person Others made and live our lives for Stranger's praise Ideals of Profit, Sales and Growth are commonplace amongst us Folk yet when we turn our thoughts to Home No Growth, No Gains from feelings choked Pursuit of Love is our intent but Happiness?.....more dollars spent There Is Pride to achieve Another's dream and Sacrifice for corporate schemes Yet when we turn the covers down a Lonely niche will there be found to rest our weary heads and cry for Intervention, a New ally |
Do we meet to Touch Another's soul, and hope hearts Blend, is that Our goal? Put Accent on the Gleam of eyes and wish that Love in there resides? If only we could make it "Click" and write a "Contract", wouldn't that be slick? that gives a hand for us to Grasp Squeeze so hard.....now that SHOULD last These words are written for not just you I feel a sense of Bondage too I Pray that love returns to me.... Please Strive, my Friend, to set Ours free :) |
Jon Warner
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