Without a flicker
One by one the lights go out
Sometimes beats apart
I’ll replace them all
Someday, when the ladder’s found
When I’m not afraid
It isn’t the heights,
And I don’t fear the darkness,
Until they’re combined
When the Lights Go Out
Without a flicker
One by one the lights go out
Sometimes beats apart
I’ll replace them all
Someday, when the ladder’s found
When I’m not afraid
It isn’t the heights,
And I don’t fear the darkness,
Until they’re combined
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
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OOOH.. Very nice Leslie. Simple but very nice xxxxxx
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Thank you. I had to write it while I could still see! So much for symbolism!
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HAHA!!!!!
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