Carl Roussell

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In a park downtown
There is that one tree,
Close to the sidewalk,
The one with the bench;
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It's crawling in you.
When the pain starts the cloud drops;
No silver lining.
The storm, this disease in you,
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Mom won't want to go
Through that again. So
She will have her voice,
And this is her choice,
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You felt,
you thought I knew,
but I didn't. Did I
come across as cold, unfeeling?
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There is in me a man,
one who cares and feels,
and yes, one who is afraid,
of you, and because of you.
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I keep looking back
But you're not there. Where are you?
Where have you gone to?
We're walking different roads,
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Sometimes if you try
You will almost see the sky
And know that it is
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People
writing letters.
Words of hope, fear and life.
building bonds of sincerity.
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He's never lonely,
with pen to write, eyes to read,
to share feelings.
Release the words to the page.
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I look behind your eyes
to try to see who you are,
but the more I look
the more I know that
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We knew the forecast,
a storm on the horizon
was headed this way.
A storm raging in the sky.
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I have lost my way.
They took it and they shook it;
my destination.
So though I am still searching,
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This is the story of a young woman.
Maybe you know her or maybe you don't,
or maybe it's the tale of a young man.
I'll stick with 'she', but there are some who won't,
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They're at the pub sipping liquid courage,
three pints of suds, bravery for the night
even though they know well the old adage,
"Don't try to drink your problems away - fright."
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I'm bored,
So I go out.
Now walking down the street, I
Stop for a drink and there she is.
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The floods are flooding homes,
And fires burn some more.
Mother has had enough.
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Please put away your brush and your whitewash.
Please don't cover it or take it away.
Don't rewrite it with political floss;
the way for public opinion to sway
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You've taken it, your show,
as far as it would go;
yours, a life not meant to last.
Which memories to keep,
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