In troubled times when
Every bobble burst a bubble of despair
And crazed confusion drapes delusion
In a fractured fairy tale…
When all the hustle of the bustle
Havocs in a manic mind
And frantic frenzy fills a fortress,
Floods the forest and the plain…
If every moment turned an eon,
Every flash a memory,
Every picture came to life
And haunted all my waking hours…
If time should pass me to its bosom,
Suffer me to go insane…
I would not grieve.
I would not leave.
I would simply call your name.
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Every bobble burst a bubble of despair
And crazed confusion drapes delusion
In a fractured fairy tale…
When all the hustle of the bustle
Havocs in a manic mind
And frantic frenzy fills a fortress,
Floods the forest and the plain…
If every moment turned an eon,
Every flash a memory,
Every picture came to life
And haunted all my waking hours…
If time should pass me to its bosom,
Suffer me to go insane…
I would not grieve.
I would not leave.
I would simply call your name.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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