Equaled Us

Member since 2001 · Posted 7 Aug 2002 · Edited 17 Sep 2002 · 0 comments

It's times like these I wish I could say I know you, Distant in your fear, Distance in your face; Gently passing away, I hear you Passing me by Taste/touch/sensation What more could I pry From your empty hand? Teach me to fly, Open my soul and soar away Fleeing all the pain I raise Fleeing all the fear you faced Fleeing our simplest equation: One plus one Equaled us. 3.14.02 JV

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