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Jan 2015
I can't seem to sleep these days
Relaxation gone
Stripped of all I've known
Wasted years, no reason for heartless scenes they've shown...

I can't think how, or why
Youth was lost in time
Lost in heart and mind
Such precision indecision, confusion kills you from behind...

I won't be the one who stops
Wishing you were near
To dry your last sad tear
Bring happiness back into your life, and leave behind the fear...

I cannot forget your pain
Your life turned to the street
To take from me the sweet
And loving words I used to hear that now are quiet....
Incomplete...

I won't be the one who goes
Leaving you alone
That ringing of the phone
Cries out to me in tearful pleas, to help the wounded home...

And cries for help I know
Wont give us back the peace
We've lost life's fragile ease
But the life you dreamed of long ago is still within your reach...

We have to go through this
What life has brought to us
Strength you'll see will rush
Across our lives and make the time apart flash by, and thus...

Relieve our tortured minds
Give back to us what's real
To us, God will reveal
The things about our lives we had forgotten how to FEEL...

You must try, stay strong
And weakness I can't show
I'm weak, but you don't know
I've heard my steps, lost in the night, I hope it doesn't show...

You will be alright in time
Desperation goes
Life's blood will always flow
Between my heart and yours to reach down deep into your soul...

This nightmare will be gone
The time will pass you'll see
And days to come will be
The best days of your life ahead will finally set you free...

I'll be waiting silently
Stand in morning air
Notice I am standing where
I stood when we had said goodbye, in the sadness that we shared...

So think of me, my love
On an old and dusty street
Words of love we can't repeat
That still I hear, now far along the path to,
Incomplete.

Dean Evans
12-20-07
dean evans
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dean evans  ohio
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