Wednesday, March 08, 2006

in search of

i held my hands wide open
cought you
when your wings got cliped
then you fell though the spaces in between
and i was left alone
people behind me
holding my back straight
and making sure i woke up every morning
and now
walking tall
i find my self
in search of
afraid of
and not wanting to

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