BIRTHDAY
It's a lonely day, rememberance blue.
Missing father, missing mother, missing you.
Thank God I got some dear, close friends.
They make my day, they make amends.
Hard times have been chasing my tail.
The ground I'm walking is fragile, frail.
You hold me up, you keep me sane.
You accompany me down memory lane.
What's left of this lonely soul?
Without his friends, a big, black hole.
What would I do without you?
My beloved friends, so precious and true!
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-11-01 at 15:49
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