If I could
Number the days when I looked up at the sky
And asked it why;
If I could
Count the pain gathering dust in my heart
And give one for Death's handcart;
If I could
See heaven and hell
And how Lucifer fell;
If I could
Break the bonds that hold me
And cast them out to sea -
Why, then I can say:
"I have lived".
Monday, November 12, 2007
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