In a little while from now, if I'm not feeling any less sour I promised myself to treat myself. And visit a nearby tower, and climbing to the top, will throw myself off in an effort to make it clear to whoever what it's like when you're shattered. Left standing in the lurch, at a church. Where people 're saying,"My God that's tough, she stood him up! No point in us remaining. May as well go home." As I did on my own, alone again, naturally.
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful
bright and gay
looking forward to, but who wouldn't do the role I was about to play?
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around and without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt, all about God and His mercy.
For if He really does exist why did He desert me
In my hour of need?
I truly am indeed, alone again, naturally.
It seems to me that there are more hearts broken in the world that can't be mended.
Left unattended
What do we do?
What do we do?
Now looking back over the years and what ever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to have cried the tears
And at sixty-five years old, My mother, God rest her soul, Couldn't understand, why the only man she had ever loved had been taken leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken. Despite encouragement from me no words were ever spoken and when she passed awayI cried and cried all day. Alone again, naturally. Alone again, naturally.
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fuck vonda shepard
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