to jail with you and your worthless soul... by Melinda Sordinowhere do all the tomorrows go
when death is at your door?
and where are all the promises
you've given me before?
i wonder often where i'm going
and what is held for me.
i wonder what would happen
if by chance i don't succeed.
i feel the pressure in my heart
it pushes on my chest.
i pray to God to silence it
but yet i never rest.
i dream sometimes of golden streams
and stones made out of gems,
but when i wake i find myself
alone, afraid, condemned. 10/02/2003 Posted on 10/02/2003 Copyright © 2024 Melinda Sordino
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