Puddle

December 1, 2008
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I am a tortured soul
In an imperfect world
Passing by not wanted by any
Just looking for love and affection
Like a blessed child wondering
In the dark alone and scared
Unprepared and unaware of the danger
Lurking ahead
But when I am lying in a field
Looking at the stars
I am an angel singing
Throughout the night
Knowing I can change this life
Some day





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