Tuesday, December 21, 2010

No One

There is no one to come home to
When life changes
There is no sense of home

When the future seems uncertain
There is no one to hold me
When I feel uncertain

All my uncried tears are still wet
For you, my uncertain future
My tears remain uncried

My future is still uncried
And I have no one to hold me
There is no one to come home to

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