April 1998
in the privacy of my bedroom

Sometimes, i sit here and think about life.
All of the trouble, the grief and the strife.
So many people, angry and hurt.
Youngsters so rude, and old people curt.

Sometimes, I sit here and take a long look,
At my life in general, and the chances that i took.
I've been angry and hurt, cried many tears.
Hiding in my bedroom, denying any fears.

Sometimes, I sit here and think of where I've been.
Everything I've listened to and everything I've seen.
I look at the world and I look at me,
Love in abundance, happy, healthy and free.

 

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