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I can't give you a home
I can't ungrieve your pain
I can't take all the roots
Of your native soil
And try to make them grow
Into this foreign lawn
I can't bring you the help
I'd like you to hold close
I can't silent distress
But can't let you fall down
Tell me, my friend, don't lie,
Can there still be a friend's aim
If all one can do is sigh
Hearing your racking homeless heart?
What kind of friend am I
If your pain I cannot allay
If your heart I cannot repair
If your eyes I cannot unveil
If your smile I cannot make bright?
Tell me, darling, think twice
What is it I can do
To blow the blues from you?
French Tries
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Duncan Wyllie (5/26/2008 6:34:00 AM)
This one is very personal to me, because it speaks dirrect, I too have felt that I have let a friend down, pushed them away, feeling that it was for their own good, as to whether is was only time will tell, but I do think that we need to move forward
Love duncan X |
Yoonoos Peerbocus (5/24/2008 10:15:00 AM)
mind stirring piece penned with zeal |
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