by Jacqueline M. Baker
Sunday, November 24, 2002
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When does the sorrow fly free from the heart?
When all is lost and your torn all apart?
Whom do you love again when pains only given
And hopes bring all fears that are kept driven?
Some people say you only play games.
You tell them you love them, Its all the same.
I thought It'd be different, your love this way.
I thought I'd be loved forever and a day.