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Chris' Song

He wistfully gazed after, Uttering a silent prayer. Wishing forever, That she were still there.

The cruel words she'd spoken, The deeds she'd done. To him a blessing and a curse, All in one.

All his life she'd seen through him, Not knowing he was there. And yet, How could he not care?

She seemed the ideal woman, The one meant for him. And she left him hanging, Out on a limb.

He watched, As she drifted away. They were growing apart, More every day.

She didn't know, How could she? Just how much it hurt him. -She just didn't see.

It was killing him inside, Not knowing how to say, That she's the one he wants, To this very day.

But through this trial, The man has grown stronger, And knows that He can't take it much longer.

He's wished upon a thousand stars, Hoped day after day, And still she didn't notice. And not a word he did say.

What will be the fate of this poor soul? You decide. For in us all, Is one who wants to run and hide.

One who seeks courage, That's yet to be found. And dreams a dream That cannot be bound.

One who loves, Seemingly in vain, But suffers on, Through all the pain.

That soul is the noblest of all. For it is the one That is the strongest, Because of all the trials it has overcome.