4/02/2008

A lonely road, crossed another cold state line
Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find
While I recall all the words you spoke to me
Cant help but wish that I was there
Back where I love to be
Dear God. . . . .
There's nothing here for me on this barren road
There's no one here while the city cleeps
and all the shops are closed
Cant help but think of the times I had with you
Pictures and some memories wil have to help me through
Dear God. . . . .
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
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