The Darkside
Mate you know i am here when things become dark
talk obsticles through,like a stroll in the park
building the bond that was lost,is a total pleasure
your family orientated thoughts,do more than measure
I totally see the path you must tredge
your situation putting you to the edge
i see your thoughts,i know some unclear
open arms,open door you can come here.
Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2012
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