CHARLES BAILEY Biography

My life was spent in many ways
Loving at night, dreading the days
From a child in school to an old man
Love slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.
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Way up high in the tall tall trees
The wind rushes by like a gentle breeze.
Way up from everyone, from all the laughter
and all the fun
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He: What are you thinking of my dear?

She: If a child could live without fear
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My mind is at peace when I am with you
Within your arms, my spirit is renewed
Holding you close and feeling your breath
Upon my face, gives my soul rest
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Haze, smoke and fog
Drifts across my dreams
I walk in a sunless sky
Or so it seems
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