You took my sorrow
And You made that my strength
You gave me a purpose and told me to go
You spoke to me and gave me my faith
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When I get up in the morning and see first light
I remember it's a promise
When the sun begins to set with color
I remember it's a promise
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If you were in the same situation... would you?
If you had the power to control the world
The chance to mold
It, to make it bend to your will
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I'll write you this poem for being there
For being a person to message me, a person to care
Thanks for actually talking to me
It's always nice to see
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Too much trash
Too much pain
Too much hurt
Too much life
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There will be no sleep
The pains of hunger
The searing burn of thirst
Discomfort
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Fingers dash across keys, type, type, type
Awkwardly from one key to the next, I told myself I wouldn't write
The computer, the ginger tea, the black text in a sea of white
They subside
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I meet you... I met you
Then suddenly, erratically, irrationally, I have feelings for you
Sadly I'm not even sure the person who
You are, and you don['t know me.. so then how could you possibly have feelings for me
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I like to do this irrational thing
Some spirit of irony beckons me forward
Into this folly and fun, so onward I charge, onward I fling
My heart's words into this inked paper, praying they are ignored
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Are you waiting for me?
Am I waiting for you?
I hope you are not denying yourself happiness for my sake
I think at one time I loved you, I Think you might have loved me too
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