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Daniel A. Stafford | 6/6/2000 11:43:55 AM
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Translated Invalid
Many days, many ways, you don't hear what I say,
You hear it your own way.
Listening a lost art, isn't it time to start,
before I'm translated invalid?
Hear my prayers, my hopes and dreams,
Tell me what will become of me, it seems.
You know you are, my brightest star.
Without you the heavens become a dull place,
And though I go to the end of the universe,
yes, even so far.
I cannot see without your light, oh, my love,
for the tears of myself and angels has blinded my sight.
I'll see you again, feel your arms, oh yet up above.
Do you know the depths of me, you shall know the
torture it has been to lose your love. Back where I was.
Silent, alone, a voice in the dark.
Oh so hurtfully did I miss the mark.
Perhaps an angel will rescue me, yes oh set my soul quite free,
but that would still fall short of the spark.
I pray for your soul to keep it's lovely light, out there in the dark.
Even though I've been translated invalid.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)2000
Remembering times past.....not all bright, not all dark, but there was
certainly quite a spark.
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Author's Comments
Remembrances of sorrows gone before.
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