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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I met a young man of substance,
with an incredibly talented mind,
But his heart was weary, his spirit bleak,
to him, the world was not kind.
Oh, I wish that I could show him
all the treasures that dwell within,
Prove to him his worth in this world,
maybe then his heartache would end.
For from his hand comes a beauty,
that few can ever claim,
And without such inspiration
our world would not be the same.
Id tell him that very simple things
can fill a heart with price,
That he needs not the worlds approval,
nor by its rules abide.
For each of us is special,
in a way thats all ours alone,
But it seems that there are certain things
we must learn all on our own.
How long must I wait in time
for life to come along ?
Will I hear it coming ?
Will it burst forth in a song ?
Will I recognize its wonder ?
Will it show its face to me ?
How will I know when it finally gets here ?
I guess Ill just wait and see...
He gave her his strength, his courage.
She brought a new light to his days.
Together they ventured through dreams of their own,
Their love showing in so many ways
He took no more than was offered.
She freely gave him her all.
She asked for no more than a place in his heart,
Side by side, they answered loves call...
with a special thanks to Mordecai for the super ascii !!
LB / rCa 97