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Another day has come my way
I read a little, write a little
seems I cry and die a little
while words I cannot say
become images laid onto a paper backdrop
on a canvass painted in my mind

My music tells me I'm still alive
while my God tells me one day
I will shine
and the whiskey
makes me conciously wade through my brain
trying to grasp something, anything,
that will give me a life line... for tommorow

We all write and sympathize
while inward we seem to surmise
we've all been here
some of us stay here,
others never care to even visit
still others make it a pre-requesit
and yet others
stare at me from their glass house's
as if I were some circus act
they come to watch from afar
for their amusement

But lastly there's you

Feel you on the dark and dreary days
in the sunshine and in the haze
on a prayer, and in a dream
in a place
thats seldom seen
yes there you are
through the smog and out of the fog
that shields,
for an instant
the pain yields
hidden in the very depths of my soul
where I can only visit
as you come back to me...again

Copyright 2002 Dennis Hicks