| Happy Why must we continue with constant innuendo elude to the dreams we try to capture comfort it seems only comes from a bottle and then is only temporary We write and we write try as we might rest is stolen by a thief in the night and we wear the tell tale signs of the robbery upon our line filled face during the day some would say, that come what may they, just want to be happy Dwelling on the past of love that doesn�t last bores a pain throughout the brain that will try to sustain the truth of love even if the truth brings pain loves lost such a cost yet we strive to be alive In love, we still choose to deny live with a lie or was it true? Gone, gone like an unsung song seems it won�t be long till time deals you an answer like the steps to a dancer Someday we pray that life�s pathway will lead us�to happy Copyright �-2001 Dennis Hicks |
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