Sunday, May 24, 2009


Away from home
I roam alone
Bent like an old man
Struck by woe

My heart breaks
For the future is at stake
My mind is a drummer
My hand is a strummer
At a cord, I'm stuck in a spate

Like a spear is my tear
Falling down on one so near
So near yet so far away
From a distance, to God I pray
To get back to a better day

Haunted by the past,
Alas! I'm caught in a blast!

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