| Softly Gray Tired of better days gone by waiting on answers that will never come he disdains the course of his plight listens in the night to his hair turn softly gray There are no arms open wide for him there are no charms able to replenish lost grins only the night turns into the day again he listens to his hair turn softly gray He may call on his lord for an answer from above or silently weep alone remembering his past true love the silence deaphening he may pray and pray only to listen to the sound of his hair, turn softly gray There are no smiles left for him the outcome of this hour has squelched the hope the verdict comes to him the same each and every day all that is left for him to do is cope as he listens once again to the candle dim as his hair,turns softly...gray Copyright � 2001 Dennis Hicks All Rights Reserved by Author |
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