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Tears Too Late


You'll think about me soon
When I never come home
You've left me to long
Here on my own

Maybe someday
Even you will see
The life you gave me
It was captivity

You took my soul
Left it in pieces
Just like a suicide
Without freedom releases

I can't help but wonder
Why did you do it?
Inflicted this pain
But you didn't undo it

There's nothing left now
All we have left is emptiness
Don't cry for me when I'm gone
Why then should you show tenderness?

~THE FLOWING PEN~
12-03-03







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