Maybe
Haunted I stand
Undaunted by my future
Tortured by my past
I don't think it will last
So I'll expel all my sorrow,
I'll keep moving towards tomorrow.
The future I hope I see
In you.
Copyright © Brent Becker | Year Posted 2011
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