Save the Last Dance

by Janice Norman   May 13, 2008


This time my joy is real and true,
Iâ??m free from them, Iâ??m free from you
Once again life makes me smile,
That hasnâ??t happened in a long while!

Loss of hope filled my old life
Empty and cruel, so full of strive
Thatâ??s what they do they bring you down
Replace your glee with a sullen frown

You lose your self and start to stray
You go to a place far far away
Voices distorted and sometimes loud
It could happen to you, that face in a crowd

You change so fast, it creeps in slow
Says itâ??s your friend, when itâ??s really youâ??re foe
Some get through it and say goodbye
Some can cope although others do die

So which am I and which are you
Well I am none my joys not true
Long ago it was there for real
Wonder of life was what I did feel

My old self has gone far away
I hope in that place it decides not to stay
Sadness in others will forever make me sting
But when I return I wonâ??t miss a thing

This is it my only chance
My last waltz, my final dance
Please pray for me to keep me strong
And I will pray for what I did wrong

Return to the better? Of this Iâ??m unsure
But life like this I donâ??t want any more
My last life must be filled with sin
For all this pain, please prey I win

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