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My heart I finally gave with hope,

Given to find a means to an end.

Misunderstood and all others interference,

Wishing it calling me to a new harmonies wind.



Hoping to step back from a love so true,

Looking and searching for a wise way out.

Loving what is left with all hope in my eyes,

And never hearing those words from his mouth.



The answer becomes clearer by day,

Imagining how hard such a change will be.

being alone and maybe one day strong,

A complete chance I have to wait and see.



Pushing all love away with assurance,

For my heart has been through so often.

Writing my feelings-no one will hear me,

Hard as a rock my heart shall soften.



For a means to an end is very adequate,

All else in such a category so real.

Sometimes wishing for death so very final,

The most horrible means to an end.



October 30, 1996