| A Cry to be Me I am not the who, that you want me to be A servant to your whims and decree Dreams and desires, that express who I am Radiate growth, while you�re stuck in the sand Hope dumped me here, awaiting change to take place To no avail, hollow promises would erase To bolt from this pit, I yearn to start anew But I concede, it�s now to late to leave you Love and hate entwined, to create an intricate web One more chances spin, to ensure freedom�s ebb Exhausted, I submit, faced with a life fully known my dreams, worshipped with tears, turn to stone Paul Fresco Fort Worth, Texas Copyright �2002 Paul Fresco All rights reserved. BACK E-MAIL I wrote this after talking to a friend that was really going through a tough time. I can relate, it�s terribly frustrating. When I feel this way it is a comfort to realize that I'm not alone. |