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How many days have I sat and wondered,

How many times has this tiny brain pondered

How many hours have I let tear drops fall

How may times hearing footsteps in the hall



There are so many ways to speak of pain

There are so few ways to break the chain

There are so many colors for that painted on smile

There are so few ways to avoid life's trial



I can write it out with paper and pen

I can scream it out right now and again

I can run it out, but not quite outrun

I can spell it out, but it can't be undone



The torments out-number the good of it all

The phantasy of a life I recall

There is only one way we could all ever write it

There is only our way in which to submit



I guess I'm just...in a mood

6/15/01