Lauren B Called

(Motown)

11-7-88


In a crowded room of strangers
with gloom on each face
I think of you and smile
and it rises above this place
at one time or another
we all end up here
with our own stories
of blood, sweat and tears
but today I bring with me
a warmth like never before
I carry it in my heart
as I stare though other people's eyes
and see yours

Submitted: Friday, October 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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  • Thomas A Robinson (5/3/2014 5:34:00 PM)

    You were 1/3 young at the time. The thirds being young, middle aged, and old.
    And you saw the world through bright clear eyes. (Report) Reply

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