At All
well the room is all blackened now
it doesn't seem i'll be getting relief
but it is only temporary
he is so hard to please
snow is beckoned to be pretty
i think i need a drink
there are lines around my eyes
i had too much time to think
i have gotten older
i am smart enough to know
that any love he gives me
will rise up, and then will go
we need a map
we need a crystal ball
we need a savior
but we don't need each other
at all
i know the face of a soldier
going off to war
it chills my heart to know
he won't return to this door
snow is beckoned to be pretty
there are dishes in the sink
there are lines around my eyes
i've had too much to drink
Posted by Penny Rene at February 8, 1995 12:18 PM
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