Together


Together we can make it,

Here's my heart -- don't break it.

How come you can't see,

The pain you're causing me?

You have a smile made of stone,

Yet you never stand alone.

I miss you the way you miss the rain,

How can you be sad without feeling any pain?

I've always stood by you and you now stand by me,

Your words are what will set me free.



Hrysoula L. Davis, November 5, 1997
Copyright © Hrysoula L. Davis 1997




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