I found you in the gutter
ill-treated by a hard life
your scars spoke with bitterness
your tears were a torrent
eternal salt in an open wound
but your spirit screamed
of untold endurance
all that you suffered
for so very long
so completely alone

you wanted so little
just a presence of hope
for you to keep faith in
and in return
(but your smile was enough)
you took my weak spirit
and made it strong

this is not our end
I refuse to let it be
you are a part of me
our spirits are bound as one

never lose that hope in me
hold onto that sweet dream
and one day
we'll see our spirits fly

04/13/2003

Author's Note: About Cilla, for Cilla...my heart my friend.

Posted on 04/13/2003
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