Thursday, March 13, 2008

Harry's Poem

Could I find that place
It feels so much like home?
Guess I've died
Forgotten and lost inside
Gotta find my place to rest
All my hope is dead
Yet I strive not to fret!

Can I come back to life
Its torment, I'd rather not!
I'd rather not!

Don't like who I've become
Life I must renew
All tides that bind have left me
Now Its my time too choose

There's no need to hate
The right choices we must
Control our time
In the here and now!
For the higher power
I LIVE NOW!

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