William F Glennon

Make up your mind take me or leave me.
Don't deny this deception I see.

The Selfish fight for tomorrow
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Friendship is a word undefined.
When friendship becomes apathy you wonder why?
It's funny when friendships change.
When honesty and love become estranged.
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The bottle is the Irish cancer.
To escape this precedent, we all need to seek the answer.

The nearer the bottle the vision becomes clearer.
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Maybe the heart's defective on the inside.
You feel your swimming against the tide.

Perhaps you look different from others in the mirror.
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The Words are easy to find in your mind.
It's the speech that leaves you far behind.

The silence becomes loud and clear.
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Searching for something I thought I found.
Was it you who found me or did I find you?

I'm searched high and low for an answer in my heart.
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The world is full of color and strife.
Is this what is taught in life?

What drove America to it, to persecute
by race, to judge another
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No one seemed to care or notice we were there.
Never wanting people to see the pain we share.

The nights shattered by helpless pleading
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The Morning rain hides the sunshine.
My thoughts of you go through my mind.

Dreams have no endings, the hearts
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Who are these people from my past?
Are they really family or just acquaintances?

Siblings are not a decision or choice you make.
The blood does not assure you the connection.
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Life has taken a change of direction.
Steps are taken with pain and reflection.

My fate is fixed. Part of me is lost.
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If the world can see the pain in her eyes.
The feelings of defeat, as she cries.

She wonders if tomorrow is the same.
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I made so many mistakes.
I left much heartaches.

Do I need to understand the enigma?
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You have no one else to impress.
The life you thought was yours is a mess.

Are you still the same soul as before?
Are you the same old tired bore?
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You close your eyes, only to deny the truth behind the lies.
Captive in an emotional prison waiting for hope to decide.

Put your heart away and see you're really to blame.
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The twilight shines bright below the horizon in New York.
The lights of the skyscrapers turn on like clockwork.

Sounds of hissing steam come up through the manholes.
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The time will come to let it go.
Feelings of sorrow she'll eternally know.

Slow down and make what time you have left last.
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The numbness has taken it all away.
The past gone with no dismay.

The feeling of existence is here.
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There's a desire we need to escape from.
To run from what we've become.

The head's clouded by the need for passion.
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I made it through another day.
I did the best I can with the chance given.

I can buy a clock but not the time.
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