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2004-03-04 04:41:40 ET Bird on the Ledge a cold winter chill brings a tiny brown thrush, looking for warmth. a bird just sitting, flakes falling down seeking a way out of the storm he taps at my window I want to let him in but it's not something you do. there's something inside he wants it so bad the window's standing strong. he must find another way he takes flight dodges the flakes and the wind takes him where it may. Searching We're all looking for love we all need someone to hug someone to kiss someone to miss Is it instinct or some basic need to feel? is it culture We're told it so it's real? Loneliness is tough And after awhile you'll find your love seperated by miles happiness comes quick and fills you both happiness is weak and needs work. so is it love or just killing the lonely? is this love or just settling? and in the end where is this going and in the end does it matter? |
