What's Left

by Cindy Miller   Sep 10, 2007


I woke up this morning,and realized the time...
I no longer feel like I'm falling behind.
Everyone said, "you're know when you're ready".
But there's still one thing I still have to find.
A heart that can love, just like mine. Someone to
help keep me in line.
But where do people go to find such a kind? I'm
really lost... I'm wasting time.
I look high and low, with no where to go, this is all new...I feel I'm going so slow.
A glimpse of a heart, is where I'm finding it hard,
I'm not sure how to play the next card.
A match made in heaven? Where do you start?
To find to see, what's left of your heart?

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