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Make a change, before that change makes you, or breaks you.
What will it cost for me to make you realize,
that the lost souls demise, is not what we should strive for.
Yet that's what you do.
I wish I could save you.
But that tortured soul you claim is mine is really yours,
and while your laying on that floor hands over your face,
all because you feel disgraced that's when i'll walk through the door.
Wanting to give you nothing less and nothing more then the words that you deserve.
Wish I could change the past,
but life likes to preserve the pictures and memories,
our hearts use to keep us moving forward.
Though we may not like what the future has in store,
every element of life is but another gift to cherish.
So when I speak to you I hope the truth will perish any hate that I have,
and that all this love I hold will flourish.
With this last request,
I wish to bless all those with pain.
With a heavy rain pour,
I hope to open your eyes some more.
See what I have to give,
and learn to live as we did when we were still kids.
Copyright © Del Cammack | Year Posted 2012
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