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Nov 2013
There's a tipping point
that some will share
who knows who goes
who's going there
a tipping point
her voice is gone
there's no one left
to sing her song
a tipping point
he's lost his ground
and all that's left
is one more sound
a tipping point
but who can say
why they couldn't live
another day

©2010 Lyn
Hi. I remember this one was
written the day after my
dad died from suicide.
Written by
Lyn Senz  M/ohio b.26dec1963
(M/ohio b.26dec1963)   
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