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The Plea

May 6, 2008
By Anonymous

I’m trying to enjoy the finer things
But I can’t sit down
The running, playing and kinder things
But I won’t be found

I wait in the darkness,
To hold any hand
And my mother tells me
To find my feet and stand

In my mind I’m making it
Under heavens field lights
But all they can see it every bit
Of me falling out of their sight

Tell me you understand
Tell me you’ve been here before
Because none of us have the heart
To do this anymore


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