The Words Are Lost
Where are the words I used to pull
from the crinkles of my mind
the words I used to call
from unknown places I could find
They used to smile upon my page
make me feel that I was not alone
They used to paint the ocean waves
a sunset we could watch at night
Where are the words, my friends
that held my hand when darkness came
Where are the words, my force
that rescued me from disregard
Can you help me find the words
I used to place so fondly down
upon blank paper for the world
to see, to hear, to touch, to hold
Where are the words I used to pull
from the crinkles of my mind
the words I used to call
from unknown places I could find
They used to smile upon my page
make me feel that I was not alone
They used to paint the ocean waves
a sunset we could watch at night
Where are the words, my friends
that held my hand when darkness came
Where are the words, my force
that rescued me from disregard
Can you help me find the words
I used to place so fondly down
upon blank paper for the world
to see, to hear, to touch, to hold
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