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Jun 2016
The sky turns jet black the wind knocks me down on my back,everything looks the same in the dark, your love really left it's mark.

Last act of a desperate man,hold my breath and count to ten.
Last thing I need to do,is find a way to get back to you.
Time has torn you away from me, maybe you and I weren't ment to be.
A drop in the sand reach out to hold your hand,as you turn away can't we meet half way.
I hear the wind whisper your name, guess I'll take all the blame.
I spent all this time waiting for you,but I was tossed aside for something new.
As I Look up at the moon my mind plays a hauntingΒ tune,that tells me you'll be mine,I smile and chills run down my spine.
Am looking for the path that leads me back to you, I wish for the stars to give me a clue.
Eyes wide open as the sky turns blue,
looking for the way to get back to you.
Bethlehem
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Bethlehem  Canada
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