Monday, August 16, 2004


A thousand pleas to the deafened ear,
A thousand cries galore,
A thousand promises for a fresh new start,
All makes the heart turn sore ...

Alas! The wrong's been done now.
Alas! I didn't atone.
Alas! The past is a memory now.
Alas! All alone!

A thousand dreams that once looked real
Mock me in my sleep.
A fact that I thought was a passing phase
Doth slowly start to seep.

There's more to write, so much more
But the memories give the blue
Alas! I thought it was all a dream.
Alas! I know it's true.

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