Watching From the Balcony
Glancing just once over my shoulder
I see him quietly standing there
Please God , make my steps seem boulder
Don't let him see this fitful stare
He said that now he didn't want me
That in his life I had no place
But yet he seems to want to see
The evening shadows on my face.
I feel life going on around me
And with tears I must turn away
Lord, give me your strength I plea
A bit of my life he killed today
For Iolanda"s contest
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