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1/20/2014 6:09:07 PM
Chad Weeks Posts: 1
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The engine roared as from it steam poured Rain drops hissed as the black metal they kissed All filed out as the suited man began to shout One man stood alone Nervous but never checking his phone A glance back he took, Just one look A glance at another life, but you only get one And here is where his begun He repeated as he climbed aboard The glance back seeming more absurd
But still was made And these never fade
From the windows dark of night Soon this town will be out of sight
His mind wonders away Longing for the beginning of a new day
Long ago he paid his fee But still able to see To see a Sunday service A little boys glance with a purpose
Shaking his head As if to forget all that was said
As the suited man ask for his pass The glance he can’t surpass
Memories crash his face Like the icy rain covering this place They are so clear
Shooting to the heart of his fear As his body begins to steer They are but a few A little boy in a church pew -Years later The apologized for kiss As he prayed not to miss The long goodbye Where she began to cry
His car door he shuts As on word he struts
A lifetime ago A girl he came to know From across the isle He saw her smile Stealing the first glance But never taking a chance
Tonight it happened once again
He saw his dreams But it wasn’t as it seems
It wasn’t a ticket to a new place
But the sunlight bouncing off her face It wasn’t a new town But something he long ago found
So as the rain fell all around Her door he started to pound
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