The light side, serves loves tide. The evil side, wants to hate slide. I control my evil, it's the way I fight the devil.
My light side, has much pride. My dark side, has no love to confide. It would like to let lose, with the hangmans noose.
Devils need hanging, gets my evil side singing. But my love for me, want rope my hanging tree. I cut it down, brought more love around. Every now and then, I'd like to grow it again.
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Reviews of "TheLigheSide"
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on June 21, 2004
Wise is right... SMiles.
Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
Reviewed on June 21, 2004
WONDERFUL ending, Grady...You are wise man, indeed!
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