The Night - Poem by David Sabo
why is mama crying?
why are you still climbing out the window every night?
what is it your running from or is it that your hididng?
You ran so fast, You never looked back
till time was lost, so far off track
we dont ask anymore.
so long ago you walked out that door.
memories so pretty, we hold close to our heart,
looking out into the night you were lost in the dark
Waking up and you are gone
in this night, so cold and calm
listening to your favorite song
I had a dream, but i was wrong
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