You reached me your hand
I refused
You were my friend
I denied
You gave me your ear
I lied
Now here in the dark
All alone I stay
I could use the spark
That I turned away
My vision is blurred
You are hurt
Dealt with all on my own
Pushed away those that were near
Now no-one is home
By myself I have to face my fear
If only I had allowed
Help of those that were proud
Rens Molenaar (24 May 2006)
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