My friend who saves me

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    My friend who saves me

    I walk alone, along this road of sadness
    I walk alone, along this road
    I walk along this road
    I walk along
    walking

    I am waiting for a prince but I know there is none
    I am waiting for a prince but there is none
    i am waiting for a prince
    I am waiting
    waiting

    I see a light at the end of this road, watchng for me
    I see a light at the end of this road
    I see a light the end
    I see a light
    seeing

    I run towards this light to find out what it is
    I run towards the light to find
    I run towards the light
    I run towards
    running

    I find a man whose hands have scars, but he was the light
    I find a man whose hands have scars
    I find whose hands
    I find a man
    finding

    He holds out those hands and grab mine, I hold on
    He holds out those hands and grab mine
    He holds out those hands
    He holds out
    holding

    He takes me to a place where nothing will hurt me, nothing at all
    He takes me to a place where nothing will hurt me
    He takes me to a place where nothing
    he takes me to a place
    he takes me
    taking

    MY FRIEND ON MY ROAD WHO SAVES ME

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    mamasan commented on My friend who saves me

    11-20-2009

    The music never falters but continues on the quest and I fervently wish that you willo find that friend at the end of that road.

    WordSlinger commented on My friend who saves me

    07-24-2009

    This poems stomps, creative, original, royal, and royal is royal. I've been walking waiting seeing running finding holding and taking, I want to do that again, lol Great Poem you have here, young master Kentucian Poet

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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