It was a day like today that my Jesus died

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By Loneliness is condescending •

I have heard some say they find you in the light But the only time I’ve found you is the dark of my ever stretching night Do not leave me in the cold Do not leave me in the streets Even here where the panpipes play I feel no solace to the shame that grows behind this pen For every word that is ever lost. The ink and quill that bled for nothing My words go out to you in these darkened streets Where you battle will do no good Becomes nothing but a whisper on the dusty wind

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July 26, 2006 04:25lost the lonely dead

loved the first two lines and the line ' i feel no solace... its a good one

September 15, 2006 16:26lost the lonely dead

and in reading this again i like the words 'the ink and quill that bleed for nothing'

October 16, 2006 19:47Faith

It is an interesting portrayal...