Were He stands

by Kaye Prosser   Jul 21, 2005


Were he stands is darkness and hate,
were he stands he cant find his way!

And why does it seem from were he stands,
he sees her and listens to what uncovers,
a disaster waiting to happen!

treated badly,
it makes me cry it makes me sick!
How you can let her hurt you,
how can you say its all fine.
we sit down on the steps and i try and help.

And as you cry on my shoulder i wish i could say...
i wish i could tell you how much i love you...
how much i care.

From were he stands i can see through cold eyes...
from were he stands we would all want to cry!
From were he stands he's mine!

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