With faltering steps, slower grows my stride,
Kicking stones, I stumble on my way;
Trodding such wretched paths, God knows I've tried
To rise above all this Earthly fray
Sadly,the heavens are not mine to soar,
Mangled pinions make for hopeless flight;
Only in dreams am I raised from Earth's floor -
To remain earthbound is my sad plight
I've been told lovers walk among the stars,
But the heavens are not mine to fly;
This Earth, this prison with its accursed bars
Is my domain 'til the day I die
The Fountain of Hope can no longer sate;
Sands of Time spill from my dimming eyes;
I spend these days reflecting on my fate,
Trying to sort the truth from the lies
Yet, I still reach for what I cannot gain
While ghosts of a sad past surround me;
Heartless creatures! While you scoff at my pain,
I cry for Love that never found me
O, Fate, at times I find your style profane - -
Mocking and deriding fervent prayer;
But the hour's late, no doubt I shall remain
Earthbound, never to tread Love's sweet air
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Hang your silk stockings from the mantel, Lora, my dear. Santa is bound to fill them with lots and lots of holiday cheer. Burt Reynolds, Tom Jones, and let's not forget W.C. Fields! They shall spice your holiday after rejoicing: Lora YIELDS! !