There was nowhere for me to go

And I had run out of places to hide.

So I simply wait in this place

For my time to come, if it ever will.

Do you remember, that time in a September

When we had nowhere to go

And never did want to hide?

I always do what I want,

Say what I want, as I please.

There is nowhere left for me.

06/28/2008

Author's Note: ... I've got wounds to bind....

Posted on 06/29/2008
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