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The Stranger Boy
Contributed by
kayden
on
Tuesday, 17th October 2006 @ 11:03:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Son sit down Ive got a story to tell A story so painful and cruel Out of my heart this story I tear To give to anyone willing to hear
As I sat down and started listening A painful voice bagged with sorrow Tears came up he started bawling As he started talking
I sit here In this rotten chair Giving my story To anyone wholl hear
Give me your hand Please give me your help Im sitting here Rotting in this hell
He kept talking as he bent over Tears hit the ground over and over His heart connected with mine The river of tears now shared
As he lays there I give him my hand Wrap my hands around this poor man Tears of mine joined with his My heart broken just like his is
Little did I know he had one last breath He whispered a word that blew away the rest He has never spoken this word before For hes never had a use for it
I kneel down whats he have to say I look in his eyes half of it is said A broken shattered voice whispers so softly Thank You For listening
His soul sings to me
Thank you now for listening to me Gave out my story Now Im free Tears outside Now turn to joy All because of The stranger boy
Copyright ©
kayden
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2006-10-17 23:03:17] (Date/Time posted on
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