1.12.08

Holding On

holding on

And there she sat all alone
Trying to see beyond sighs and tears
What life could't allow her to grasp
Crossing the same path over the years.
Sitting in that small weary step
That was part of an old friendly pier
Giving birth to a very new regret
For nothing more was she could fear.
And hours went by and gone
And days kept on slipping away
Yet there she stood again all alone
Heart so filled with words to say.
On the other side of the ocean
Proud and happy he stood tall
Sometimes remembering that girl
Although not feeling her mind call.
A year went by I went back there again
Contemplating that oh so strange place
Her sillouette a little twisted with pain
A strange smile hanging over her face.

de Shana Andrade

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