Sunday, February 12, 2006
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Saturday, February 11, 2006
Wise men say that time Is the physician of a broken heart
But the scars that are left behind
Are there forever
For me to feel, again and again
As I travel this lonely road of life
As I travel this lonely road of life
I say prayers of hope, begging my God
Not to let the scars Grow so tough and callous
That I can no longer feel
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Friday, February 03, 2006
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