It's Time, by Chalan
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No more tears.
No more fear.
It's time to grab the
wheel and steer.
No more sadness.
No more pain.
I'm running on empty
and there is nothing more
to gain.
No more guilt.
No more doubt.
It's time to face the music
and get out.
No more yelling.
No more screaming.
It's time to get moving,
no more dreaming.
It's time to say good-bye
and let this love of mine
die. |
| Posted: 2007-02-04 06:55:26 UTC |
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| 2007-01-05 01:29:17 | Mr.Poet |
| this is a good poem |