Standing on the sidelines

Watching the game

Watching my life drift away

It is not half time in this play

In a second, a year, a day, its all passing away

A new day lived with an old joy that has past

Fragments left remnant pieces

Dreams have died

In the time that has passed away

Wishes, thoughts, wants,

Crazy desires

Fun and laughter, have all slipped away

In the passing of time

Passion didn’t stay

Waiting for life to pass away

Life has a strange way of never giving you your own way


Life with a Voice


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