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To you..my god.
Fingers trace the letters that seem unwanting to jump to me
So many things I would like to say, so many things i'd like you to see
Dreams untraced follow me by day
Memories once had, Refuse to go away
And in them all I see his face
Hurtful & Misplaced
Oh God where are you when i pray
Are there so many more than me
Listen to what I have to say
You will find me under the broken tree
Beside the pond where I sat
& Cried that day Im sure you saw
When the clouds rained down, they spat
and had no sympathy at all..