Thursday, April 16, 2009

To Be Felt And Heard

Behind home, behind home,
I felt always a step behind,
But now I don't care so much,
Don't feel so out of touch.

Walking around, and around,
What treasures I did find.
Looking at faces as I walk,
Some new friends to talk.

Say 'goodbye,' Say 'goodbye,'
Leaving only smiles behind.
Leaving only smiles, words,
laughs, to be felt and heard.

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