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Maybe we
can meet again in another life.
A life in which I am innocent and you are naive
We can run hand in hand
Dancing naked
together amongst the trees
My innocence long ago lost in vain.
And your inexperience
Stricken from you in pain.
We
wander aimlessly clothed and abused
Always the victims
Tortured and used
We meet in this life and begin to realize
That
everything thats missing
Is found in the pain in each others eyes.
We finally arrive here both deprived and afraid
Full
of regret
For the lives that we have made
So we part and go our separate directions
Our congruent paths
Of
morals and lessons |
we are to
disheartened to sleep
both laying awake tonight
both to afraid to take that leap
Suddenly I look down at the blade of my knife
Hiding my wrist I whisper
"Maybe we can meet again in another Life"
Arkive (arkive@adelphia.net)
