Treasure Island

Corina Vitale

(Aug.1,1988)

What I'm Looking For


17 years
83 to go
Searching done by a child
Found, maybe by the old woman

No love is found at home
Years and years of sorrow

The crying out of a little sister
Whimpering of a mother
The silent confusion of a father

All my life in mourning
Over the life I wished I had

Running up and down my life
Thinking of where to go

Taking care of the people I love
Hoping against fate for their safety

One day
One night

I’ll come up for air
Living with my family

One day
One night

Submitted: Tuesday, May 30, 2006

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  • Greenwolfe 1962 (7/15/2008 2:43:00 PM)

    17 years is a lifetime for a child. For an adult, the blink of an eye.
    For a politician it's many lifetimes. For a heart in love, it's by and bye.

    GW62 (Report) Reply

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