strike a chord
fight the night
black and dark
out of sight
leave me here
on the bed
times run out
white powder in my head
strike a chord
fight the night
black and dark
out of sight
wake up
shallow bed
the water has washed away
the dirt that covers my head
strike a chord
fight the night
black and dark
out of sight
we all learn
that in time
dreams come true
only in the light
By Robert M Stinnett
Friday, February 6, 2009
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