THERE IS A TIME...
There is a time...
There was a time...
There might yet be a time,
When love is mine again.
But a fog blankets.
My heart with dispair;
There are lonely deserts with
More life than my spirit can bear.
Would I, will I, should I
Open up my mind to the possibility;
Can I let go of all that was,
That is, that cannot be;
Can I ever, never be free
To escape mediocrity.
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