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The Quiet Times
It was mostly in the quiet times,
When she was torn by the visions
Of how little she was worth
That she called out to him...
It was mostly in the quiet times,
When her fears played a game
Of remember when
That she cried out to him...
It was mostly in the quiet times,
When the loneliness drove her,
On a quick trip through madness
That she reached out to him....
It was mostly in the quiet times,
When she reflected on the future...
Holding on to what was left of hope
As she crumbled so quickly...
It was mostly in the quiet times
When she needed him there
A defender by her side
It was mostly in the quiet times...
Yet still she needs him now
~THE FLOWING PEN~
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The Quiet Times
The Quiet Times