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  • There are different kinds of homes, different paths to live, paths that lead to death
    you know

    the kind where sometimes there are always places for life of love that last in forever's, in a surrounding complete heart of Abundance
    you know

    there are times when nothing is right, no matter how much we drank to loosen up those loving memories
    you know

    you pass through some open doors that should have remained closed and locked. The pain, the little hurts, the cuts
    you know.

    There are promises , that when broken can ruin the history of marriage memory and more
    you know

    There are reasons we suffer, reasons why anger makes us want to find a god , drugs, the violence of another trigger
    you know
    you know
    you know when they come for us at night
    it's true they have come to end losing battles
    ones you'd love to forget
    like destiny felt while falling with the hard hitting rain striking the rusted metal once thought gold
    you know


    There are stories , most we never knew or wanted too,
    The ones that somehow stay on our mind
    you know

    Life's burn and crashes of the heart, tears drank from the bowl of wetting blame , the last words always equal to a final end game, finally a goodbye
    you know

    Families and wars, politics of life and death, poisons carried due to the inertia of the church, home and hearth
    you know

    Ghosts and lies
    starting all over again
    power of happiness laid in its final resting place
    you know
    how life in flames
    always goes out

    climb the steps with a big bouquet, a smile on my face bathed in healthy young man's loving light
    come home mid week from wars of stone a little early
    with only her and our future family on my mind
    walked in
    saw them there in my bed
    you know
    Her screaming..."It's not what you think"

    I looked and wondered what it would look like from here
    if someone else was watching us
    the colors went to black and white
    there I was holding a gun and a knife
    you know we had a son
    you know we had a daughter
    you know, so many living wonderful memories
    no wonder there are tears
    we said things like forever
    all those loving years

    you know
    don't you?


    I know
    don't you?


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