It's not that I have torn you,
A taste of what is meant to be,
I'm clinging to each moment now
I'm clinging to the promise now...
Tamyka Bell
But more that I have stained you.
Each day I tried to mend the wound
But all my efforts pained you.
Of things to come with time.
So long ago he promised me,
One day this would be mine.
That I can hold you near.
These moments should have never been -
Not us, not now, not here.
So much work to be done
Before I rest in those safe arms
Beneath the setting sun.
10-11 August, 2004
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