Jason R Tschetter


<The days go bye untold between my heart and my soul
Three times my mind goes back to what is told
Their is something that will never die and unfold
But I am hear today and tonight to hear the problems of the lonely
To hear the only things that press the mind into the black
To hear the songs of the lonely and the slack
She sits with my child to bear
With my head upon her chest to wear
I can feel their hearts small to thump

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