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Memories of long ago piercing through my brain,

Sounds of a thousand drummers beating from my heart.

A flash of lightning casts a luminescent glow on the rain,

Which serves as a reminder of how well I play my part.

The camera rolls, the music starts, the the stage is set;

The bell tolls, the storm departs, the ground is wet.

The thunder lulls, the irony smarts, the crowd is met;

The energy pulls the lonely hearts away from regret.



Her gentle touch was all I needed at the time,

Her soft kisses sent me to Heaven's door.

To the heights of ecstacy we would always climb;

She made me remember what love was for.

The years passed, she went away, part of me died;

The die was cast on that day; the tears I cried.

The wounds would last, some did say; to forget I tried.

The hurtful past never goes away: it lives inside.



News of the day doesn't do anything for me,

Soaring on the wings of the night is where I belong.

I search the crowd for another girl like she used to be,

Hoping that there's a ring of truth to a silly love song.

Fade to black, roll the credits, call it a day;

Take up the slack, start the edits, put the cameras away.

Hit the sack, say they read it, pour the chardonnay;

Another scene from my life in the can...just push "Play"...



Patrick Hopkins



First written March, 2002