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Sometimes you pray for silence,
Some days you pray for rain,
And some days you just pray
That somebody’s heart beats the same.
The rain came down in floods,
And I was a walking puddle.
I sat in the cold and I thought you.
It did not make me feel warm.
Maybe, in another time or place,
Things might have been different.
Maybe it would have been the same,
I pray not to think of such things.
The telephone rings and no one picks up.
There is nobody there that can answer my call.
Surely I have been good to you?
Surely I deserve some reward?
Sometimes you pray for silence,
Some days you pray for rain,
And some days you just pray
That somebody’s heart beats the same.
Charlie F. Kane
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Thursday, October 11, 2007 |
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Saturday, April 16, 2011 |
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