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9/25/2005
I come to you in times of need,
to clothe my skin, my mouth to feed.
Warm my hands beside your fire,
thaw my feet, so burdened and tired.
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I call your name in earnest plea,
to seek the way where I am free.
Beyond the bonds of society,
the joys of comfort, my pain to ease.
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A tightening grip upon this rose,
A tear's staned pattern upon its peddles.
Through time I still await in hope,
To rest my weary eternal soul.
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