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Ever deepening sorrow, malice and hate

I never thought I'd see the day

someone would come and clean the slate

the one I was made on as a sculpture of clay.



Tears the gumdrops I cant consume

Rhymes and stories and forgotten play

Darkness resides in locked up rooms

The ones I was made in as a sculpture of clay.



Breif glimpses of happyness

Shedding light on a pale skinned hope.

I feel pressure from all sides press

On me as I am formed a sculpture of clay.



Today I am happy for all darkness is gone.

I have been set on a high place

Now I listen intently to the other songs

The songs of new beginings as sculptures of clay.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Its a story of my life as I see it. I never had much light in my life. I never really had many friends because i never stayed in one place long enoguh to keep them. Now I have more than I can handle and I love hearing about them, hence the last stanza.

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©6 October 2002 - 1:26pm — firre_inside
27 March 2003 - 8:10pm — Dylan Mackowetzky (not verified)
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Yes indeed, you may have found your light, and for that we are glad. Remember this as well: you have shined your own glowing light into the shadows of all of our live's. I suppose that's what makes us friends.
Until the end
-Dylan

6 October 2002 - 9:26pm — brent Nolin (not verified)
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life will just keep changing. thats what it is. it`s a forever revolving door of change.the sooner you understand that the easier life gets. I`m glad you found "the Light". remember - everything is subject to ghange.