Passion lingers
in our eyes
as we stare across
changing skies.
On the run from
all we love,
stolen moments are
not enough.

Two hearts passing
in the night,
Bridges burning
just outta sight.
We search in vain
for words to say
as if they mattered
anyway.

I always depend on the
kindness of strangers--
strange as it may seem
to find love in a barrowed dream.

Two hearts racin'
for the prize
where fantasy's
a thin disguise.
When being used
is all you know,
Scars run deep
across your soul.

Still I always depend on the
kindness of strangers--
strange as it may seem
I find love in a barrowed dream.

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Here is a new song, fresh from my quill
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