By iLYd
Date: 2005 Mar 23
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Comfort I find...

Back to pleasantries and how do you do's
The only thing is why must this so amuse
Day to day, night to night
Okay there's a lot to be said for a good ole fashion fight
I plan not to give up on a feeling so strong
When everything in my being says that I belong
So when I feel down, and you're not around
I sit at my desk and write and ponder the sound
Of quietness, of pure down right silence  
This seems to bring comfort when the heart falls low
So to sit and write brings comfort to my soul
For if you care to message or call, perhaps none at all
I'll still have my desk, my right, to write and
So on the surface things will be grand
But what lies beneath will now command
To be strong and stay to the cause
For whatever happens
She will know that she did give it her all
So when the heart does fall low
Comfort she'll find, in the words below
She'll lift up her fingers and write and type
Back to the silence and away from the hype
Just the thoughts of her mind
And the words from her heart
Shall reign meaning
Until a new experience we two shall start...