Symphony of heartache, orchestra of pain.
All I want is laughter, and shelter from the rain.
Hay wired emotions, always sealed with fate.
One day happiness will arrive, and I will no longer live in hate.
Why do people play with good hearts?
People don't care anymore.
I extend my hand with compassion and care, the next thing I know, everything I own is out the door.
But, I refuse to give up!! I refuse to give up hope, if I do I'll die.
So, I'll go on, in good faith, with my heart's strength.
Pain will always be remembered and that will always make me cry!!!
1/18/98
