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The Way
Contributed by
smg
on
Tuesday, 14th October 2003 @ 03:14:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Ugly faces in the morning ... I see,
My mind races wearing mourning...I feel,
I stand whispering my prayer ...Lonely,
The band has lost its guitar player...Cruely...
Why does the river flow into the sea?
'N why does the wind blow inside that tree?
Can you help me?You...me...
Will you help me?Please...
All I want to know is the secret of the World,
Why were you first born as the Word?
Show me all you consider I'm ready to learn
And guide me while trying Heaven to earn.
I'm on my final way ...To the cemetery,
All I had to say ...Is history,
Whom shall I next pray ..'S a mistery,
This is the sacre day ...Of Victory
For you and Me.
Copyright ©
smg
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2003-10-14 15:14:38] (Date/Time posted on
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