This is my pain,
as I drown in the rain.
It's not my choice,
to have a wicked voice.
All I wanted to do was play,
in my own little way.
But I guess everyone has to pay,
the price of another day.
So I ask you to give,
me back the life that I live.
That I may become,
more then just dust in the wind.
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Written March 1st, 2006
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Very deep. What have you said? What have you done? Very intresting piece!! Leaves me wondering...........

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