The lone of the world,
They exist far and far between,
But they not cry or mope,
And most mostly past their teens. For they have none,
Or none that they think exist,
But I can guarantee,
When they go they will be missed.
Recognise YOU!
That your closest are your kin,
And don't forget,
Mother raised you, deep within.
And when you want,
A family to call 'mine',
It WILL happen,
It will happen in good time.
Post edited at 2:58 pm on Aug. 29, 2008 by mtllcrckmn
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