Where Did It All Begin,
When the tears become
The rain,
Our beginning to an end,
Where did it all begin,
Where did the road stop?
In the depth of an
Ocean,
In a remembrance of
A dream.
For a later date,
That would never come
Did a angel flap her wings \
Did a cloud glide quicker,
Did we care for what is
Not frogotten
A gentle loving word
Set upon a letter head,
A silent voice to cry.
Never to be out loud,
Never to be heard by an
Open ear but of the man
Speaking,
My face is the frame,
I am the picture.
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