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Written by Brent Hundley
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Tuesday, 22 August 2006 |
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Sometimes trust can be a painful gift.
I’ve stolen the sound of the ocean
from the depths of a sand swept shell
And in it’s place I have hidden
pale echoes of my anguish and pain
Tell nobody, with this do not share
This dubious secret I gift to you
All my trust, heart and soul is there
I sorrow that such a shabby gift
Is all that my strength will bear
What kind of love shares trouble
Tell nobody, with this do not share
Yet you alone do I trust and love
Sharing all the hidden me found within
Pale echoes of anguish and pain |
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 19 September 2006 )
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