From The Drawer

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    From The Drawer

    Listen everybody to a story once told,
    Began to unfold twenty five years ago,
    Lost to see that life wasn't free,
    even though he tried he would not suceed,
    life carries no guarentees,
    wasn't hard to see it wasn't meant to be.
    Once he was told to go out bold, he never had a chance at something he can hold.
    Forced to live in this odd society, he never had a chance to comfort me.

    Always tried and always failed,
    never had it going swell maybe one day he shal prevail.
    show you heaven from hell' show you he don't care,
    Maybe one day he'll be your friend.

    Come one everybody I wouldn,t want to make you try too see evrything decieving him,
    Doesn't matter how it goes,
    doesn't matter who you are,
    doesn't matter who your with just come for me,
    everything you live by,
    everything you die by should stay bright dont every let it go,
    thats all I know thats how it goes, never settle down while your young,
    Thats how I go by, Thats who I know,
    You ent by and didn't see me try Dont never let it go thats how I know.

    Always tried and always failed,
    never had it going swell maybe one day he shal prevail.
    show you heaven from hell' show you he don't care,
    Maybe one day he'll be your friend.

    Come on baby try to feel my vibe, everyone knows this ,
    I aint got to prove shit,
    Come on to me,but listen to them,
    How long you ant me too go.
    I forgot how to use this cuz I didn't know his kind,
    cuz he didnt have the time.
    Dont ask why I speak my mind,
    Does he get high?,
    Said he never tried to get by just dont put it in his way,
    thats who he is I brought him to you now,
    Doesn't prove him right now,
    Does it show who he is?,
    Me im not odd,
    Me im self concious thats how I got here.


    Always tried and always failed,
    never had it going swell maybe one day he shal prevail.
    show you heaven from hell' show you he don't care,
    Maybe one day he'll be your friend.

    Dont work hard just to see me,
    hes so calm now.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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