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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required From a town where the sun don’t shine, To overseas, but they called it mine. My heart in shadows of the street, Returning home I lost my feet, Faces changed, but not memories I wrote a song about that. Life has a way of teaching you pain, From child dreams to love's rain. Every tear left its mark on my path, And through it all, I found my voice I wrote a song about that. Then came the call of the sea, Navy blues and Merchant dreams. Fighting battles and demons within, Came back with scars beneath my skin. A hero on paper but alone in this fight, I wrote a few songs about that. Life has a way of teaching us pain, From child dreams to love's rain. Every tear left its mark on my path, And through it all, I found my voice I wrote a song about that. Love lifted me high above the ground, A Latina cruel, my heart almost drowned. She married a drunk; his heart never true— Haunted by her name; what could I do? Nights chasing after ghosts gone bad— I wrote a lot of songs about that. Tijuana where the neon glows bright, Met a call girl who danced away the night. Her smile held secrets in her embrace; Our stories are lost in time and space. A moment lost forever just like that— And I wrote her a song about that. Life’s has a way of teaching us pain, From child dreams to love's rain. Every tear left its mark on my path, And through it all, I found my voice I wrote a song about that. I wander alone, to places unknown, Each and every heartache carved into stone. Traveled the World and it never felt flat— Seems that I wrote a song about that.
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