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Nov 2014 · 284
The Christmas Wish List
Harold r Hunt Sr Nov 2014
The Christmas wish list.
In school, the other day.
We had to make a Christmas wish list for Santa
I wished for a doll for my sister
I wished for a rattle for my baby brother
I wished for a better job for my daddy.
I wished for my mom to stop her crying
I wished that all the soldiers would come home.
I wished for the country to be safe for us.
I wished for the president to love our country and not to rip it apart.
So this is my wish list I gave to my teacher.
And with a tear in her eyes she asked me what I wanted Santa to bring me.
I said with a smile on my face I just want him to answer my wish for all.
This poem is a award winning poem A  first place winner in a contest.
Please enjoy.
Harold r Hunt Sr Nov 2014
The day after trick or treating.
It's the day after Halloween. The kids are all in the bathroom.
They are throwing up on all the candy they ate.
While mom is standing at the door asking if they want another candy bar.
The costumes are all put away until next years candy steal.
The pumpkins are all about to rot so no homemade pumpkin pie.
Witches are on their brooms flying back to where they came from.
The graveyard is quite no zombie party on this day.
Oct 2014 · 488
Halloween tonight
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Halloween tonight
Tonight I'll rise from the grave that's right.
I'll walk with my friends in an honorable sight.
Not to have fun on this Halloween night.
  
I don't drink water or beer that's right.
Only blood that will make you shake in fright.
On this Halloween night.

I'LL'cut off an arm or a leg that's right.
Maybe your head to make you a fright.
Only to have you see look like a sight.
Standing with a chainsaw behind you would be a fright.
For it's Halloween tonight.
So do not fall in the graveyard tonight.
I'm here to scare you into a fright.
To make you dead that would be a sight.
So boo it's Halloween tonight!
5th place award winner.
Oct 2014 · 702
Laugh And Chuckle
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Laugh And Chuckle
I laugh and i chuckle
I chuckle and I laugh.
I rolled on the ground.
I laugh And I chuckle.
You may want to know why.
I saw a clown and he was funny.
Oct 2014 · 225
The rabbit foot
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
The rabbit foot
Walking through the woods one day I spied a thing on the ground.
It happens to be a rabbit's foot. At least I thought.
In my pocket, it did go. Then the trouble it began to flow.
I fell down in a hole and broke my elbow.
Then I ran up the steps and in to the door. A black eye did have for a week I think.
The to the bath tube I went. With a splash. I didn't have time to take my close off.
To bed, I went with a bang as the bed fell apart.
And now I think with a sad face because I found out it wasn't a rabbit foot at all.
Oct 2014 · 800
Playing at the County Fair
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Playing at the county fair.
The bus pulled up to the gate.
All you could see was the ferris wheel.
As we rolled through the gate, we could see people all around.
Cowboys and cowgirls and old and young.
At eight pm, we rolled out on to the stage.
Ready to sing our hearts out.
When in the group we hear play Flowers on the wall.
They all screamed as the song finished then we broke into another
How Great Thou art. The crowed went slightly and they all stood still.
As we played at the county fair.
Oct 2014 · 245
Thanks From a mouse
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Thanks from a mouse
The gray mouse lives under the stairs.
At night we can hear him go for the cheese
I watched on Thanksgiving night.
As he carried the cheese to please the others that gathered.
As they start to eat they all stopped as if to say like to express my thanks.
The moral of the story is all Gods creatures give Thanks for what they have.
A 1st Place Award Winner.
Oct 2014 · 263
The Night with a ghost
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
The Night with a ghost
On Halloween night, we waited till dark.
The old house was dark as could be with no lights.
As we walked to the steps We saw a flash and heard the deadly scream.
The door is open so slowly without our touch as the old piano started to play.
There was no one in sight there, but at the top of the stairs there they stood.
Three ghosts all in white what a site.
As the clock hit midnight, the party did begin.
A bang and a deadly shriek set the pace as we watched the head roll down the stairs.
We heard that screams as they became louder and the ax flew across the room.
Then the door it opens once more. There she stood all in blood and white with no head to be able to say hello.
We heard a HaPpy HallOween from the ghostly three.
Oct 2014 · 870
Meeting Hank Williams Sr
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Meeting Hank Williams Sr
I was setting in a store back 20 years ago.
When a car pulled up to the door.
A tall man in a cowboy hat came out and came in.
He sat down and began to tell us a story.
He ate a piece of pie and drank a coke.
Then he asked if he could play a few songs for us.
He sang I saw the light and your cheating heart like no one else could.
Then he got up and walked to the door. Tipped his hat and said tell them old Hank was here.
All you viewed from the door was the dust that rose from the ground.
Then we looked at each other and stated that it wasn't him. For it was Hank Williams and it was 1973.
Old Hank he died in 1953 Was this the ghost making someones day.
Oct 2014 · 981
Newsflash
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Newsflash
Newsflash: There will be not any Christmas this year.
Santa's elves are on strike for better pay and no Obamacare.
The FAA has grounded Rudoph. So Santa has to use Twikle toes for more light.
Santa's doctor told Santa to lay off the cookies because he won't get off the ground.
The other reindeer wants more feed because they don't like carrots.
So no Christmas this Year Boys and Girls.
Oct 2014 · 555
A Christmas Drunk
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
A Christmas drunk
Twis the night beforeChistmas.
And all through the house beer bottles was scattered.
While the ******* were hung from the five strippers we had.
The kids are locked in their bedrooms While Lady ga ga sang out loud.
When I stagger to the window to see.
Old Grandma was getting a Christmas kiss from the pizza boy down the street.
Old Santa drove right by in his new Chevy truck saying you all are a bunch of drunks.
As he drove out of sight I did hear him say. "have a Bud for me and I'll see you on NewYears night.
Oct 2014 · 1.4k
The Hoe Down Show Down
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
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The *** Down Show Down
Old Grandpa tune his fiddle with pride.
Uncle Joe on the old banjo
Dad he was willing to go on the old washtub.
I had my spoons in my hand ready for the old showdown.
In walked the Matfields with a smile on their face.
Thinking this hoedown was their place.
It all began in one face pace song after song and the dance was right on a faster pace.
Orange Blossom special was the Matfeilds last song.
But old grandpa had one more to be done.
As the cheer rang out old Rocky Top began to play.
The place jumped with joy and began to perform with pride.
Because old Rocky Top Tenn is our home town you see.
Oct 2014 · 305
A letter To Santa
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
The Letter To Santa
Dear Santa,
   I'm very sorry I said i 'm mad at you.
But mommy told me why you did not show up this year.
She said my daddy died in something they call a war.
He was fighting to keep me safe and free.
Mommy said she did not have any money left after working two jobs to feed the three of us.
I thought you forgot me because we live in an old car.
I hear my mom cry at night and now I know the reason why.
I saved you some cookies I got at school.Nevertheless, I gave them to little johnny as a gift from you.
I hope next year will be better, but if not I still love you and thanks for not forgetting me.
                                                             ­    Love you Santa ,
                                                               ­            Alisa
                      P. S. I hope everyone had a MERRY CHRISTMAS!
this poem has taken First place in three contest and was entered in a contest for best of 2014 And placed first. Enjoy
Oct 2014 · 293
Around the corner
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Around the corner
The old black cat he's taken a nap.
At the house around the corner.
Getting ready to play his game this very night.
For he'll hide out of sight around the corner of the house
Ready to scare you in to a fright.
He'll hide out of the light in the dark of night.
Then jump, at you with a scary meow.
Then off he runs around to the next corner to hide once more.
You hear the dog bark to warn you but out the cat comes like a bolt of lighting
To scare you as you round the corner to yell Trick or treat.
The old cat he plays this game this Halloween night at the house around the corner.
Oct 2014 · 196
The Morning clouds
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
THE MORNING CLOUDS
The break of dawn shows clouds in the sky as they look like islands of gray.
The sun peeks through the clouds with just a hint of pink.
A storm is maybe brewing far a way.
As the clouds now begin to travel away.
The sun is rising high above the trees as the morning clouds are gone.
No storm here today as the clouds go away.
The blue of the sky is just so pretty with a touch of white from the little cloud above.
Oct 2014 · 404
The day after Thanksgiving
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
The day after Thanksgiving
The turkey is gone from the table.
No football on tv.
The apple pie is gone for good
The grandkids are gone.
Now I have some words.
Who"s going to clean up this mess?
Oct 2014 · 345
The killing of old tom
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
The Killing of old Tom
They all gather in the barn yard.
Penny and poly pig was there with their ribbons of black
Carol the cow and Bucky the bull sang a song of Moo.
Rocky the rooster calls in the alarm with a crow.
As old tom was taken to the chopping block
The Ax was sharp yes indeed. As he raised it and down it came.
Old Billy the goat said off with his head.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and he is dinner.
The stove is ready and the killing of tom will be the end.
Oct 2014 · 309
Tom
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Tom
Tom
Tom the Turkey he ran away.
I don't know where he is going to stay.
He vanishes one afternoon when pa went to town.
Tom was a big fat bird.
That followed me through the barn yard.
Now it's Thanksgiving day I ask pa if I could say a dinner prayer.
I asked God if he could make Tom return.
Oct 2014 · 695
The trip to grandma's
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
The trip to grandma's
The snow has covered the ground.
All the trees are white.
The road to Grandma's house is covered in ice.
Pa gets old tom the horse out of the barn.
To make that trip once more this year.
I set in the sled ready to go as I dream of apple and pumpkin pie.
I can think only of the Turkey and how it must smell cooking in the oven.
It's over the river and down the road the snow blows behind the sled.
I stop my thoughts for just one minute. To give thanks to those that give me this day.
To day is thanksgiving and I give thanks to all!
2 Time Award winning poem . last win 12/8/14  enjoy
Oct 2014 · 343
Halloween
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Halloween
The pumpkins are all grown at a pace.
They are waiting for those funny faces.
The witches are getting such a itch
To ride those broom sticks.
The ghost will be the host of the party.
As the trolls fills the bowls with candy.
So now it's time to beat it to the streets
To yell trick or treat for Halloween.
A 5th Place Award winner
Oct 2014 · 163
That's no Monster
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
That's no monster
I lie down at night with a little fright.
I like to have the light on to keep me safe from all that lurks
I look a round the room to determine if they are there.
I don't see them anywhere, but I know they will come.
Monsters are always there green ones or ones in black.
All I know it is true so I hid my head so they can't find me.
Then I hear a voice that comes that I cannot stand at night.
It's not at the window but at the foot of the bed.
The like goes out I do dread. Then I take that last one look.
Then I see it's my mom not a monster.
9Th place Award Winner
Oct 2014 · 412
Waiting for the zombies
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Waiting for the zombies
Here I stand in the middle of the graveyard.
Looking at all the tombstone. Waiting to see which one will open up tonight.
Will it be Jessie James or could it be Elvis Presley this very night?
Could it be a war hero or so one that I do not really know?
I stand here looking around just waiting and see if they come.
The thought of waiting for the zombies makes my blood run cold.
It's midnight I hear the sound of the old church bells.
There goes something pass the tombstones to the left.
no now to the right of me.
I feel the hot breath on the back of my neck.
Could it be a zombie that is there?
o nooo let me gooo....
I'm just waiting for the zombies sir not the pizza boy.
Oct 2014 · 292
Vampires
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Vampires
Out of the dark, he comes.Following you wherever you go.
He hinds in the dark so you cannot see him.
Behind trees, behind building he stays out of sight and the light.
He grabs you and brings you in his arms.
He doesn't want a kiss but just a bite of your neck.
******* all your blood until you're dead.
He vanishes out of sight and on to the next he goes
All night long till he is full. Then on to bed he goes.
waiting till the next he can take to fill his needs.
Oct 2014 · 297
Tears
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Tears
Tears are here
Tears are there
Tears are everywhere
Cries of tears from men
Cries of tears women
Cries of tears from all the children
They cry tears for peace
They cry tears to stop the wars
They cry tears for help from all of us
Oct 2014 · 2.1k
Moonshine Runner
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Moonshine Runner
Old grandpa is at it again. The is still up and cooking once more.
He fills the bottles so carefully. Not to spill a drop
Loads the old pickup truck with boxes of shine Ready to make a run to the bars.
He goes so fast the Fed boys can't catch him in that old truck of his.
Running down the road to the bars not missing one with a jar.
The hills knows the old moonshine runner as he runs the shine tonight.
So get your or
order in now for tomorrow will be too late for the moonshine runner.
Will be right at his still.
Oct 2014 · 343
The Midnight Racer
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
The Midnight Racer
The midnight racer comes from nowhere .
Racing the road as face as he can.
Zig Zaging in and out passing cars like they do not exist.
You cannot see him for the speed he goes. One winks and you miss him.
No one has seen his car. They have no idea what he drives.
Just a word to the wise is don't try to race the midnight racer.
Your fate will be take and you might get a ticket
With the help of the Midnight racer.
Oct 2014 · 310
Praise Thee
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Praise Thee
Praise thee that has hands that heal.
Praise thee That kneels to him.
Praise thee who ask in prayer.
Praise Thee that answers them.
Praise God that serves us all.
Praise God that gave us life.
Oct 2014 · 183
How do I love thee
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
How do I love Thee?
How do I love thee,let me count the ways.
It stops at one because I'll love you to the day I die.
No words can tell you how much I love you.
No numbers Can be given to you for I'm the only one that will love you.
So how much do I love thee, just remember you're my Number One.
Oct 2014 · 4.3k
Sunrise Sunset
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Sunrise Sunset
Pink sky at morning sailors takes a warning
Pink sky at night sailors delight.
The morning sun gives way to a pink sky mixed with gray clouds.
To let the sailors know a storm may be brewing at sea.
As the sunrises high in the sky, the storm has left high and dry in the clouds that son will fall to night.
As the sun does set the sky is pink once more this day.
To let the sailors knows that the day will be delightful for them at sea.
As they go out to sea the dark gives way to just a pretty pink
Which is a wink for the sailors to see.
Sep 2014 · 464
The little pine tree
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
The little pine tree
The little pine tree in our front lawn.Is covered in snow this mid Nov.
Dear old dad is outside trying his best to clear the snow from the tiny tree.
Getting ready to string the lights for this Christmas season.
Red, green, yellow and blue all shinning through the snow.
As Dad would work his way from the bottom to the top.
Where He would place a star so bright. For this Christmas night.
White the snow on the lights it make the little pine tree so big in color.
That is my little pine tree in our front lawn.
Sep 2014 · 347
The Old Man
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
The old man
The old man lived at the end of the hollow.Most of the time.
He had white hair and a white beard.
He had a big barn out behind his house.But you could not see in it.
Late in Nov. He would disappear for a month or so.But would return after the 25th of Dec.
I never saw him myself. But I heard that he dressed in red. And had a big red sled.
They called him Santa clause. I just know him as the old man at the end of the hollow.
Sep 2014 · 303
Halloween Parade
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
Halloween parade
    It was Halloween night and the moon was bright.
Looking to the sky I had a real surprise.
As I saw the moon so bright gain a funny sight.
There on their broom so proud ten witches riding high in the sky.
The first witch had a cat as her co pilot
The followed in line as if they were chained together.
They took a dip towards the ground .123 all ten in a row.
Then all of a sudden the disappeared out of sight at the other end of town.
I ran to find out where they were and to my surprise I saw ten broom sticks all in a row.
Standing as if they were told. The ******* cat stood guard.
The light in the old vacant house was as bright as the full moonlight.
It was a sight to be seen for sure 10 witches in a parade.
On this Halloween night under the moonlight.
Sep 2014 · 280
The Moon
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
The moon
The moon shines so bright in the middle of the night.
I sit and watch as it rises high in the sky.
I open my book as I start to read by the light of the moon.
The moon that is full is the best to read by. So bright, it's better than candle light.
I don't need a flashlight to meet my friend the moon shows me the way.
It's not dark night tonight I have the light of the moon for my light.
Sep 2014 · 181
To many Lies
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
To Many lies
You tell to many lies to be able to tell the truth.
One lie for this,one lie for that.
One lie to cover that lie which was a lie to start.
Lie who you are or a lie where you have been.
A lie what you eat or a lie for what you lied about.
Even a lie about your golf. Or a lie to your wife who else.
Just to many lie about a lie which could be the truth if you just wouldn't lie.
Sep 2014 · 619
sunset
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
Sunset
The sun is so bright as it starts to set for the night.
Pink,blue,white and red the colors of the sky this very night.
As the sun says goodbye for another day.
We wonder if tomorrow will bring a pretty sunset like today.
As the sun tucks behind the mountain tops the clouds start to go dark.The Moon raises just in time to send a friendly wink to the sun saying I'll see you another sunset day.
Sep 2014 · 344
NO BODY TELLS ME
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
NOBODY TELLS ME
NOBODY tells me to take down my flag.
I will die to keep it flying high.
We don't tell them to come here.
They come with changes on their mind.
We would be gun down if we went there with telling them what to be done.
So nobody tells me to take it down.
Nobody tells me just what to eat.
Beacon and eggs are just the start.
I'll **** a pig for Sunday dinner O, what a joy.
That is because nobody tells me what to do.
Sep 2014 · 352
They Flew Their Flags
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
They Flew Their flags
Two armies flew their flags as they fought each other.
Killing one from the north and one from the south.
They flew their flags each with pride in their own belief.
Now today they fight as one for the flag they love.
One from the north and one from the south fighting
Those that want to take away our belief of life.
We fly it high to show we stand as one in a country in love of our flag.
They flew their flags now as one of the land they do love.
A 1st Place Award winner
Sep 2014 · 272
I'm Heaven bound
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
I'm Heaven bound
I'm heaven bound after visiting hell
I have been to hell and did see him.
In his suit of red.
I watched the fire and did not burn.
I just told him I'm heaven bound now.
I'm not coming back. The visit was not all that great.
The heat made my feet stink.
God will show me the way so now I'm heaven bound.
A glass of water on the way so I can let off a little steam.
I'm heaven bound after visiting hell.And that is no thrill.
Sep 2014 · 252
let's
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
Let's
Let's hold hands in the park.
Let's hold hands in the dark.
Lets hold hands in the hall
Let's hold hands so we don't fall.
Let's kiss in the park.
Let's kiss in the dark.
Let's kiss in the hall
Let's kiss now and let's kiss then.
Let's say we will lets say I do.
Let's just say let's and let it be done.
Sep 2014 · 330
Mountian top
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
Mountain top
The leaves are all but gone as they fall from the trees on the mountain top.
The breeze blows the last few away making way for the winter snow.
A few flake start to fall with the help of old mother nature
Fall as if God had taken them from her and places them here on the mountain top.
Soon it will be covered like a white cap on your head. Snow is blowing here and there.
Each mountain top covered in its own way . Snow flying from tree to tree.
As the tops are white and ready for the long winter storms.
The cold will blow and the snow will fall until the birds do fly once more.
But the mountain top snow will remain till the warm summer breeze.
Sep 2014 · 169
This is the end
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
This is the end
I saw the look on your face it was one of dismay.
I seen that you seen I knew this relationship was over.
No more happiness,no more joy.
All gone with these last words.
This is the end.
Goodbye is a hard word , it's over is just a tail
So long can't make amends.
This is the end.
Get a taxi.Or take a bus.
Just go anyway you want.
Close the door just don't damage it.
As it hits you in the end, you'll be gone.
So now I can say. THIS Is The END!
Sep 2014 · 1.4k
The lighthouse
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
The lighthouse
It stands on an island all alone.
Shinning so bright at night.
Looking for the ships that go by in the dark of night.
Looking for a friend to wink at is away of life for this house.
A wink in the fog will guide these ship safe and sound to the main land.
When at night you look to the sea you will see.
The lighthouse so bright is sending you a friendly wink.
Sep 2014 · 225
T G I F
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
T G I F
This God Is fantastic he made the heaven.
This God is fantastic he made the world.
This God is fantastic he made the birds, the trees, the rivers that flow.
This God is fantastic he made the children that sing his praise.
This God is fantastic he made you and me to give our love to each other.
This God is fantastic for gives his love to us each day.
T G I F This God Is fantastic to me.
Sep 2014 · 149
God's kind of poetry
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
God's kind of poetry
Gods' kind of poetry is of many kind.
He loves the poetry of the sky and how the birds do fly.
Of the leaves as the fall in a valley so small.
He likes the poems of horse running in the field.
Or the one about the dog that barks all night.
Most of all God's kind of poetry is about the children he loves so dear.
And how he watches over them.
God's listens to the poetry about how the world is today.
How it needs to love and not the war.
These are God's Kind of poetry ,
And we write down for him.
Sep 2014 · 448
Will you marry me
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
Will you marry me
On Dec 23 ,1979 At Ridgway hospital.
I  said to her.
You took my heart to a place it's never been.
You let me have that first kiss and it never end
Waited a little longer till the day was to end. We lost a loved one that night, but I gained my only love.
When I asked you to marry me. You took me by surprise.
Now 35 years later if I had to ask you a question It would you marry me again.
A 1st Place Award winner
Sep 2014 · 1.5k
Cowboys in the badlands
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
Cowboys in the badlands
They ride their horses coming from everywhere.
To the badlands, they do ride.
They come from cattlemen and farmers and gunmen.
Ready to make a name for themself.
Either by robbing a bank or killing someone for revenge.
These cowboys in the badlands.
All are gone now, but a few not as bad as the once were.
Have they all gone to a new land to make a new name of a place in beyond?
A new bad land these cowboys do come riding their horses and carrying a gun.
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
Is the a golf course in heaven
O'lord of mine.
I have Cheated
I have lied
I have killed
I have steal
I have made people sad
I have made people mad.
But I just want to know one thing before I go.
Is the a golf course in heaven?
Sep 2014 · 285
I am a soldier
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
I am A soldier
I am a soldier I stand proud to honor my country.
I refuse to take second to any other nation.
I love my country. It's flag and it's people.
I will defend my country and all which it stands for with my life.
I will say no and bow to no other leader or it's rules.
For I'm an American and a hero to those that believe in it.
Thank you all for honoring me and the many that serve this country.
Choose as one of the top 100 poems for 2015 by poetry first publishing this poem will be showcase the top 100 poems of 2015 Anthology. and will be published in a authors book.
Sep 2014 · 179
It is that time of year.
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
It's that time of year
As the cold starts to settle in these days.
I begin to think it'that time of year.
Watching the leave fall to the ground
As the birds fly south, they will be gone.
The ducks are near the pond, but the water too cold to swim.
People fill the stores As toys leave the shelves.
Main St is all lite up with lights of the season that is about to come.
The wind brings the cold of snow. As it covers the leaves on the ground.
Children are playing on the hill. A snowball fight is always the thrill.
Smoke from the chimney fills the air and your noise.
As you put your sign in the yard
Saying Merry Christmas To All.
Yes, It is that time of year.
Sep 2014 · 201
lost in the desert of love
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
Lost In the desert of love
I'm lost, can't find my way to you.
I'm looking for you, but you are gone.
I'm alone here with a broken heart and no sign of life.
Even from your heart.
I'm lost in the desert of love without you.
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