One hand held out, one pulled the other way.
A head turned to look at the damage,
A voice said what it had to say.
Nothing dealt like a hand for life.
Nothing to gain or lose insight.
A twist of the head from side to side
A thought, a memory, a truth, a lie.
A reason to live, a reason to die.
A want, a need, a desire fulfilled.
A dream forever dying and killed.
A pair of lips so soft and true,
A pair of eyes speaking get what's due.
A twist of fate for thought you're free,
A twist of fate with a broken scene.
A path not tread, a path untrue,
a path that says walk... just do.
A moment lost but yet been found
Come and get me, bring me down.
Come and help me, hold me high.
Come and get me,
Don't let me die.
Don't let me scorn what love could be
Don't let me go without a dream,
Hold me warm like the suns true beam.
By Patricia Markin 8/10/10
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