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Saturday, November 8, 2003


Here comes the last re-written piece of .... work, that I've done. I have no clue how to punctuate this one, but I hope it's readable anyway....


"The Age of Teen"

Here we are, standing in life surrounding
Upon closing our eyes we know
that elsewhere we must go
Not knowing where we’re bounding

As we lie in darkness, no shadows appear
Except that of the burning desire
that can only be put out by fire.
Days are fleeting but you’re going nowhere

In the midst of chaos there could be sense
Just beyond hurt and loneliness
Unreachable - impossible to access
it might hold the key that makes a mends

Parents who think they have a clue
Standing in the way, waiting for the call
thinking they can stop our declining fall
Are greeted by lawyers eager to sue

Now there are wounds for us to heal
Round every corner a menacing threat
misunderstandings and words of regret
No longer welcome at the table of appeal

Doors are slamming where souls doth seek
a place where they can hide
the pain and hurt inside
Where tears fall freely down crimson cheek

Anger is boiling and tipping the cup
Begging for something to soothe
open wounds that ooze
Trying desperately to make it stop

Broken hearts are awaiting repair
Cause when all is said and done
weary we will have become
Fighting all that is unfair

In these days of aging youth
there’s something we do not lack
Namely the ability to hold things back
And we now deliver cutthroat truth

Constantly trying to stand on our own feet
we seek new grounds to live our lives
“Surgeons prepare your knives !”
It is time to cut that bonding weed…

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