I am the all purpose glue between,
Two broken pieces of wood.
That once were stuck so firm together,
But were broken in the wind.
After each fight they ask themselves,
Why are they stuck together for?
They search for love that's forever gone,
In the end it comes down to me.
I was meant to explore the world,
And find my destiny.
I cannott for I'm stuck between,
Tho pieces that should be apart.
Each time I hear one of you cry,
I feel I'm behind your tears.
How could you give such guilt and pain,
To your flesh and blood, your child.
2006-10-27
11:15:19
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