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~ An Hour With You~ Broken
In the old school yard. The memories flooding back, Overwhelm and bombard. They remind me of a time, I had rather forget. Ridicule creates a sting, The hurt is not gone yet. I was always the one, Like the broken swing. So lonely just hanging around, Yet hope in my heart I'd bring. I withstood the ravages of time, Like the swing on a broken chain. When I see the ones that mocked, Hurtful tears whelm up again. I tried my best to get beyond, The school yard with the broken swing. But the memories of my youth, Return on swift flying wings. So here I stand frozen in time, Hearing the recess bell ring. My heart once again fractured, I am as one with the broken swing. Gayle Davis September 3, 2004
Music: Blame It On My Youth - Rev. 1
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