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by Mary Wismer Jan 17, 2008 category : Life, society / meaning of life
All his dream remain to gruard There was something in his eyes Just the way he cannot hide, Vivid sparks that caught the light, Just amused about the whys. There was something in his voice Just the rage he used to show, Deeper bitterness below, Just the way he left no choice. There was something in his walked Just the way he cannot humble Confident he would not stumble, Just the fact that he cared not. There was something in his heart Just the silence he cannot stand But a restless searching and All his dreams remained to guard.