Companion

by Greg Allen   Jul 8, 2008


My meaning seems ill and faded,
Heart still studders to speak out to rough time,
Yet my companion holds my head up high,
Been so long since happiness has greeted us,
I don`t believe I will positively recognize,

A long journey we`re all set out to endure,
Pale is our reason to ensure,
Twisted times, forbidden knowledge,
For some there is no cure.

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