SLOWLY GOES THE NIGHT
Where have all my old friends gone
One by one they left slamming out the door
What did I do too make them so mad
You did nothing except forget to look in the mirror
Oh that, it's back again
Yes my love it's back, but don't worry
You tell me not to worry
I am the one no expression on my face
I am the one who has spells where I can't walk
I am the one who doesn't speak clearly
It's me who falls all the time
It's my broken bones that keep me down
But I'm a normal person
Sometimes I live in an totally observe world
Where everything is up side down
But I'm just me, The smile is on the inside
Karen J. Keicher Lowe
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SLOWLY GOES THE NIGHT
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