Without

To live without the sunshine of a smile.
To walk the endless miles all alone.
A tone of joy is weeping through
the love that we once knew.

To move, but never quite in sync.
There was a time we used to think
forever could be in our loving dreams.
Long, this empty agony of hours.

To dream without the ecstasy.
A wealth of nightmares fills the need,
outdistanced only by the pouring rain.
Never will we love that way again.

Survival never was enough.
Else all the pain within our hearts
would surely not have come to feel
so real and full of agony.

To live without the sunshine of a smile.
To walk the endless miles all alone.
A tone of joy is weeping through
the love that we once knew...

? Michaelette ?

7/4/2002
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