Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Saturday, Dec. 20, 2003 - 11:43 p.m.

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You can feel it

when you've been backed into a corner

with no one to love but yourself...and we all know how you hate him.

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You didn't see it

you gave all you had in the name of love and received a big bag of hopes and dreams, freshly crushed

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Oh and how you stared into the stars, funny how they float in that void of space like the faith which once drifted inside your soul

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So tell me, who's name will you whisper in that empty bed of yours, which god will you pray to in that empty head of yours

Now that the truth's too big and bright to ignore

It's a thousand suns burning into your eyes, boiling away your tears

It's a hundred gifts thrown back in your face, a dozen hollow promises screamed into your ears

You can hold on to your dreams, you can grasp that imagination of yours, but you will never feel the touch of the one you truly hold dear...

~Don out

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