I sit here alone
Aware of my surroundings
My heart begging
See me?
Cars going to and from
TV rolls along
Tired of all this pain
Won’t you sing a song?
Each day runs to another
Not sure what day it is
There has to be more
It’s only my wish.l
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Terry Shepherd
Reblogged this on IdealisticRebel's Daily View of Favorites and commented:
I found this to be very moving. Hugs, Barbara
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