So I Sit
Searching in vain
There is no gain
Now they teach
Love out of reach
Coming home
I'm still alone
No longer in pain
Yet still I'm stained
Every where I look
I see she took
Photographs and memories
Indeed are temporary
The biggest lie
The reason I cry
So at my age
I turn the page
Love once in hand
Alone I walk the land
Empty In heart
My soul apart
So I sit on this hill
Searching still
Copyright © Edmond Ornelas | Year Posted 2013
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