Wobble
Wobble
When love is lost and tossed aside,
there faith and hope will all have died.
For the loss you feel when you're alone,
there are no words that can atone.
And a heart that's lost within the night,
has no hope of shining light.
For the truth you see is simply a lie,
and the word you heard was just Goodbye.
Too late you learn this simple truth,
that dreams once born of a childish youth.
Can never see the light of day,
as long as the heart stands in the way.
For the heart you see is a fickle thing,
that spins in a wobble on a blackened string.
By Tom Clark
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