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Where Do We Belong
Where do we belong Where did We go wrong Weren't our emotions deep enough to make us stay I look back in Yesterday I swear I can still hear you play A latino boy playing his guitar Singing a love song to a brown eyed girl born in the month of May. The candle burns no light Our flame has slowly died No more stars to watch No sweet kisses in the night. The ardent river of fervent dreams has dried No cheek to cheek No smiles to greet We left it all behind. You are not here I am not there Like a moon at dawn We are forever gone. Where do we belong Where did we go wrong Weren't our emotions deep enough to make us stay. I look back in Yesterday I can still hear you play A latino boy playing his guitar Singing a love song to a brown eyed girl born in the month of May. Promises buried in the sand where once he held my hand Can't hear his voice In darkling silence now I stand. Is it time to let us go How will I ever know If I should shut the door or wait for his return. Where do We belong Where did We go wrong Weren't our emotions deep enough to make us stay I look back in Yesterday I can still hear you play A latino boy playing his guitar born in the month of May. A revised repost of one of my first simple lyric poems written way back.
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