walk alone
it takes guts
to stroll solo
I have walked for
many years
with no warm hand
to hold nor no one
to dry my tears...
is sometimes so very hard
cold beds on winter's night
is almost absurd
there are no easy asnwers
but many roads to walk
and thousands of lonely strangers
willing to sit and talk
about their dreams gone astray
so common bonds unite
strangers in the night become
warm friends in broad day light
10/02/03
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