I only woke up yesterday
to see the beauty of the moon for the first time,
to see the angels dance around it
and hear the call of mother nature.
Then I felt it for the first time.
There was no one to hold my hand,
no one to glance gently into my eye's,
no one to wisper sweet nothings to,
no one to worm up these cold old bones.
I have no one to help me
take the first step
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