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Searching

Love lost in a crowd
my feet are wondering empty streets
my voice crying out loud
heart ache's in everything.

I'm searching, searching for someone
everwhere and endlessly
wishing, waiting,
could there be someone searching for...
someone searching for me?

So battered and bruised
pride wounded and left for dead
ears closed to good news
and eyes are tear drenched
with sleepless rest.

I'm searching, searching for someone
everwhere and endlessly
wishing, waiting,
could there be someone searching for...
someone searching for me?

Oh I hear the cries
and I know thier pain
can it be denied
that everyone has been
and will be one day...

Searching, searching for someone
everywhere and endlessly
Wishing, waiting,
could there be someone searching for...
someone searching for me.

My love is standing alone
hands scarred by the nails of hate
Hope suffering long
Faith urging that it's not to late
Someone's searching for somone
Someone's wishing, waiting
Could there be?
Someone searching
everywhere and endlessly
Loving, longing, always there someone searching for....
Someone searching for me.

-Olsen W. Potter-

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2 comments

This sounds like song lyrics to me.

1/23/2006 7:53 AM
Tham  

OI...
Eu me sinto assim as vezes também.
É muito chato.
Beijos.

3/07/2006 9:45 PM

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