Monday, September 1, 2008

Way Away

There I sat, muted and blind,
I did think of your absence here
Wish at some point I did really care
The open door calls for me

I held you on my shoulder
I pushed you, pushed you on
You fell babe, I'd hold you strong
Even when each time you didn't turn back

Each step that you would climb
Each bruise I did take
The stranger I foresaw
You came soon along

For some thought to float your mind
of all when I did hold on
It does not matter anymore
I leaving ,stranger, with no open door.

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