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Date Posted:00:07:26 01/21/03 Tue Author Host/IP: dialup-18.104.22.168.Dial1.SanFrancisco1.Level3.net/22.214.171.124
I just know that she's there,
She touches me each time I dream.
Once a little boy with my own living angel;
Then she moved to heaven without me.
Oh how I cried missing her embrace;
Now I've grown from child to man,
Still don't miss her any less,
Think I miss her more with each loving thought.
Part of the peace Earth lost went with her,
That is what this older little boy believes.
I never did let go of all of my innocence;
It's so good to remember some of the good.
At the most I've been robbed of most of it,
In the least I still possess one percent of it.
Yet that one percent eclipses every darkness,
It even brightened my worst sunrise.