Thursday, August 12, 2004


There was a shred
of the dream left in him
Although he was aware
of his misgivings he knew
it could still happen
Miracles never cease.

There was light pouring out
from the crack at the
bottom of the shade
Twilight's promise
of freedom

We were born to be wise
To live and die
by our convictions
How all too often
we betray ourselves

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