Our moral responsibility
How many more will have to die
Before we identify this lie
And how many families must be destroyed?
Before we turn our gaze unto the Lord
Why must those infected suffer isolation?
And they that are affected experience discrimination
Have we become so inhumane?
Allowing the stain of HIV to drive us insane
I am ashamed at how we have become desensitized
Feeling the need to segregate and stigmatize
Since we are infected one by one
Our time of responsibility has come
For too long HIV has threatened the extinction of humanity
Consistently increasing as the cause of mortality
Some infections occur medically
While others are the result of infidelity and issues of sexuality
This disease is not airborne
Yet our mind, body and soul has been torn
Sometimes I wonder why we feel pain
And why we complain when it rains
Why must we endure pressure?
To see that life is truly a treasure
All is takes is one unguarded moment
To be condemned to a lifetime of torment
Nevertheless, there is life with HIV
You choose to live meaningfully or in misery
To control our anxiety
We need to explore our natural state of purity
We are all answerable
To those that HIV has disabled
Men you are implored to honour the woman’s femininity
As women are beseeched to respect the man’s masculinity
The youths demand our accountability
And we are all to reverence each others divinity
In 2009
It is time
For us as a people to lay aside our fears
As we control this disease and wipe away the tears
It is a human right to a normal life
Thus this year’s theme is universal access without any strife
I advocate that there is a cure for the dreaded HIV
This is to embrace our unity and exercise morality
poem by Astell Collins
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Disease Of Conceit
Theres a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people struggling tonight with the disease of conceit
Comes right down the highway, straight down the line
Rips into your senses, through your body and your mind
Nothing about it thats sweet
The disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts shaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Steps into your room, eats into your soul
Over your senses you have no control
Aint nothing too discreet
About the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people dying tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people crying tonight from the disease of conceit
Comes right outta nowhere and youre down for the count
From the outside world the pressure will mount
Turn you into a piece of meat
The disease of conceit
Conceit is a disease but the doctors got no cure
They done a lot of research on it but what it is theyre still not sure
Theres a whole lot of people in trouble tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people seein double tonight from the disease of conceit
If your delusions of grandeur and an evil eye
Give you the idea that youre too good to die
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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We Complain
We complain
When in other countries people are in pain
We complain
And on the other side, conditions are inhumane
We complain
Many people want to ascertain
I don't eat cheese
While in other countries people die of disease
I don't want to clean my room
While many people starve just wanting food to consume
My mom just gave me 50 dollars and thats not enough
In different places people can't even pay for rent; life is tough
We complain
Many people, their life they can't sustain
Parents their kids they can't maintain
On Christmas people can't even buy a candy cane
People feeling like they're drowning in acid rain
And we complain
People out there who can't even afford to watch an ad campaign
People hiding on the streets because of shame
Because themselves are the ones to blame
Many things they detain
People out there who wish they were slain
People who wear the same clothes with the same little stain
People sleeping out in the rain
People who have given up and just start to cut their vein
When some people work and get their paycheck, they feel nothing they gain
Without insurance they gotta be careful because there's nothing they can sprain
Many people like in Africa have nothing to eat, not even a little grain...
And we complain
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From Russia Infected
Seen the man?
New disease
Everybodys infected.
Seen the man?
Hell storm your heart
Everybody believes.
Seen the man?
Sly new game
Kiss another cute baby.
Seen the man?
No war machine
So everybody wants peace?
Everybodys infected
Everybody believes.
Ive been looking for something
But it just gets harder
I could look for ever
What am I going to do.
Storm the heart
Boy threw up
Everybodys disgusted.
Storm the heart
Girl went down
Everybody looked shocked.
Storm the heart
New young thing
Everybodys obsession.
Storm the heart
levi jeans
Think its cool to kill.
Everybodys infected
Everybody believes.
One more reason
One more lie.
Dreams are cruel
This is life
It replaced religion.
Change your mind
Make it mine
Everybody looks sad.
Dirty film
Ten years old
This is russia infected.
Party time
Time runs out
Everybody go home.
Everybodys infected
Everybody believes.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Sex Is A Dirty Devil Of Mind Which Always Troubles The Mind
Sex is a dirty devil of mind which always troubles the mind
A sexy man or woman suffers in life not to control the sex,
Such man or woman makes the life-hell in an unkind bind,
Nothing they find in life due to their worset sexual nature,
Wife and husband, parents and children may divide in life,
For example if a boy or a girl can be married in other caste,
Then a war begins among kith and kin and also other caste,
Lovers die in their blind love not to think of their family,
Great leaders and officers are often disturbed by sexual life,
They lost jobs or seats and led their families for distruction,
Those who control the sex are forever happy in life with safe,
Sex can not let for any risk but it can be let for construction,
If wife is suffering from any disease but husband must control,
Likewise both should control sex otherwise sex becomes petrol.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Short Story of the HIV
A Retrovirus threatens man,
Whose youth dare risk their lives sometime,
By indulging in unsafe sex,
Earlier in life than expected!
The young adults affected, die
Early in life, than most others!
Their partners get the virions,
Through heterosex and homosex!
Some get the virus through blood route:
Infected blood, I V drug use;
Some mothers pass virus to babes
Through placental route, while in womb!
The virus once within body
Enter immunocytic types
And replicate within such cells,
And killing them, before they leave!
Avoid then, getting the disease;
Use condoms to make sex safer;
Be faithful to your life-partner;
Don’t share needles if drug-user!
There is no cure for this disease –
A chronic one that surely kills!
ART early can contain
The viral growth and slacken spread!
A proper vaccine is ideal,
If made without any delay;
But making it is not easy,
As virus genes can change make-up!
And victims die of infections
Opportunistic and severe;
Most suffer from Tuberculosis,
And tumors that can kill them fast!
’Tis sad to see the victim melt
To just a skeleton skin-clad;
The virus spares no one on earth
Who performs sex immorally!
Awareness has been created;
Discrimination still abates;
The infection rate is lesser;
The war on HIV goes on!
Dedicated to ‘every hero
Who aims to make AIDS, a zero! ’
By the Dean, IRT PMC,
On the occasion of the
World AIDS Day,2011
On behalf of the ‘Red Ribbon Club’
Of IRT PMC, Perundurai
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-12-11
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Heaven And Hell
What if I told you
There was no place you could run to
To hide from your fears
Where good is bad and bad is good
And all the cries your cry
No one can hear
Is it heaven - is it hell
Life is what you make it only time will tell
Is it heaven - is it hell
Life is what you make it only time...
Need someone to talk to
But theres no one you can turn to
You cry out in despair
Gotta feeling you should be kneeling on your knees
You scream to the air
Lord the pain it takes its toll
The devil wants to take my soul
Tell me what should I do
The answer that you need to find
Is in the seeds youve sown
Its all up to you
Its your life - its up to you
Now its time to choose
Death and destruction is all in your mind
Could hell be the place for the peace you must find
Its your life - its up to you
Now its time to choose
Is God your savior - the key to the light
Or is it hell burning the flames so bright
Its your life - its up to you
Now its time to choose
Times running out - not a second to pause
Be strong in your choice
The decision is yours
Its your life - its up to you
Now its time to choose
song performed by by 24-7 Spyz
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Pressure Point
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I feel it in work, you know, I feel it in bed
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I've paid all my bills and I've acted so well
Ain't been cheating, there's nothing to tell
So why all this pressure, I dont understand
I call on my neighbours, and lend them a hand
Doctor, oh doctor, I'm willing to learn
Well all of my bones, well they toss and they turn
Mother, oh mother, I'm begging you please
To rid me of madness and cure this disease
... (?) told you what I have become
With all of this pressure, my mind's on a run
... (?) changing, let's hope for the best
Maybe it's something to get off my chest
Doctor, oh doctor, I'm begging you please
To rid me of madness and cure this disease
Mother, oh mother, I'm willing to learn
Well all of my bones, well they toss and they turn
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I feel it in work, you know, I feel it in bed
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
song performed by by Zutons
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Which Comes First
when two people get married
is it a marriage of Body and Mind?
or is it a marriage of Heart and Soul?
and which one comes first?
SOMETHING TO PONDER!
what did i feel when i proposed?
my Body: told me that i ached for
the joining together, and sexual fulfillment.
my Mind: told me that i wanted to be
with her for the rest of my life.
my Heart: felt empty without her.
my Soul: soared to the highest height
to see all that could be given and achieved.
when i first saw you my Heart stood still
like on a roller coaster going down
and feeling the thrill.
and as that thrill rose, my Soul climbed high above
to show me this beautiful love.
this love so strong that it consumed my Body and Mind.
that it took me to 'the end of time'.
so for me which came first, as you can
plainly see, Heart and Soul was the one for me.
i give you my Heart- and all it contains
for without you, my life will never be the same.
i give you my Soul-for that is the other part
that i have to give
for without a Soul we can not live.
i give you my Mind- for your love to control
for it protects my Heart and Soul.
i give you my Body-
which is an empty shell
for without your love, i'm in living hell.
these are the four parts of this mere man
and i give it to you, for that's my plan.
i would take the human sufferings of
torture, pain and defeat
as long as i know your love i'll keep.
'YOU ARE LIFE' and all that it holds
Body, Mind, Heart and Soul.
take me as you would a breath of air
and my life with you i will share.
I THINK THE ANSWER THAT I HAVE GIVEN
SHOWS THAT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.
poem by Louis Rams
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It's A Disease
Prejudice is a disease.
Unlike deadly viruses;
West Nile and S.A.R.S
Prejudice does not harm you.
Prejudice is an alcohol,
that brain-washes you.
Makes you think some people
deserve less than you
because they are different.
Just because their skin colour is different
Or because they dress differently.
Maybe because of their differences in religion
or because of their difference in sexuality.
The truth is,
Prejudice may not be able to harm you,
But it is the deadliest disease that ever entered our planet.
It is this disease that gets people murdered,
and then some thrown in jail.
It is this disease that starts gangs against people who are different.
And it is this disease that has our world in a problem today.
So whatever you do,
Never let this disease into your body
or else you life will be gone-forever.
Deep Songs
As life takes its course, full of adventure and wonder.
One day at a time, through laughter, joy even tears.
Holding on to one more moment, is our desire.
The human weakness and all its fears.
A mistaken love drives asunder.
Remembering the first smile that you shared.
A teasing feeling, deep within your mind.
Loosing all sense of reality takes control.
The perfect peaceful place did you find?
Or a path of pain, have you snared?
As you drift towards, that forbidden place.
Deeply dwelling in hopes and dreams!
Trembling sensitivity consumes your souls.
Growing closely as each day passes.
A happiness glow dominates your faces.
Before a mistaken act takes its toll.
Searching for that perfection we continuously seek.
Wondering if we captured what we want in life?
Enjoying each moment, or waisting our time?
But still we leap for that stolen moment.
poem by Carlene Maddux
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Nha Trang, Viet Nam Catholic Bishop’s Family
I do not love you with any of my heart
I see you & your family are part of the devil’s cart
Bishop Pierre I trusted & believed he taught you all
Honestly, Truth, God & not lying, stealing and abusing a human that causes him/her to fall
In time I learned when Bishop Pierre died the devil took 100% control
You and your family stole my money, my life, my love, my heart and my soul
Medically disabled does not matter to Nguyen Thi Dieu Tran, Pham Chi Tai, your family is true
Both of you and Nguyen Elizabeth & others in your family know it is wrong to do
Losing my life would have been easier with Ho Chi Minh
Now I identify the Catholic Bishop Pierre’s family in the USA and Viet Nam as VC who find it easy to sin
Live & die in peace is hard to find
Due to medical and financial pain caused by the Bishop’s family members who have the Devil’s mind
The stress from the expenses to take care of the house, the car and my life causes my heart to cry
Due Tai Chi Pham the Trustee of my Irrevocable Trust Fund illegally caused it be dry
With the Catholic Vietnamese family I learned what you can feel and see
Even with Bishop Pierre Nguyen Van Nho in the family can still act like the VC
I ask all of you who read this poem to give your response about this zone
It would help me understand if I am all alone
You can see a public copy of the signed and stamped TEMPORARY ORDER OF PROHIBITION against Tai Chi Pham by the State of Illinois Secretary of State Securities Department in July 2009 at: http: //www.cyberdriveillinois.com/departments/securiti es/administrative_actions/2009/july/taipham_top.p df
And you can see a public copy of the signed and stamped FINAL ORDER OF PROHIBITION against Mr. Tai Chi Pham at the State of Illinois Secretary of State Securities Department Internet Site August 2009 at:
http: //www.cyberdriveillinois.com/departments/securiti es/administrative_actions/2009/august/taipham_op. pdf
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Stigma
See her seated there all by herself
God! This town is so full of lonely people
She is beautiful among all I have seen
Though her face is wet from weaping
Maybe her lover has left her sinking
She was a princess among her peers
All her friends have become her haters
Now they have come out as heroes
Even those who dared not look in her face
Those against her have become the head.
Something has happenf to her
She has been infected, infected with
The deadly disease
Now the unavoidable fear of stigmatization
Has become her best friend
For how long will this last?
Only God knows,
But this I know for sure
No one lives frever. At the end
We will all accout for our lives,
To our maker.
So, now is the only time we have
To make all the changes
We need to live for eternity
With our maker in paradise.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Getting Old
When you’re young you think you know it all
Then you get old and life begins to unfold.
In their youth they don’t think ahead
The future is something they do not dread.
They feel that everything in life they can control
They’re young and strong and very bold.
Aaaah! Those beautiful days bring back memories
Of how simple life used to be.
Youth had respect for the elderly
And their fellow man.
Now the elderly they try to scam.
When they are older they will see
They want respect and to live with dignity.
they are young and they don’t seem to understand
That with age you may need a helping hand.
Everything in life comes in stages
It’s like a book when you turn the pages
It gets deeper and keeps you enthralled
Until the time that you reach the end
And you’ve lost all your family and friends.
The First stage is when you are a child
And someone is taking care of you for that while.
The Second stage is when you become a teen
And you feel like a king or queen.
You feel that you can not get old
This is what you believe at this stage in your life
Because you’re not looking at the struggles and strife.
The Third stage is the adolescent years
And you feel you’re in control and lose your fears.
The final stage is when you become old and gray
And your youthful years have slipped away.
You look back and ask yourself!
where did All those years go?
Why did I waste so much time?
And the most important thing is
That I am so glad I made you mine
For with you by my side I had a life divine.
So to the youth who have not gotten to this stage
Don’t get angry, and get rid of your rage.
There is no way to turn back the time
For time just moves straight ahead
You’re getting to the point that you now dread.
WELCOME TO OLD AGE! HA-HA
poem by Louis Rams
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Either Or just for a laugh
Either Or
Though constipation is a curse,
Diarrhoea is much worse.
I alternate between the two.
There’s very little I can do
Because I suffer I.B.S.
Which is a nuisance I confess.
Retention and distention bloats
a condition which denotes.
The former is full control
though other people find it droll.
I cannot make a joke of it
Its not enjoyable one bit.
It is the diarrhoea I fear.
Because it tends to interfere.
With anything I try to do
I have to swiftly find a loo.
Or otherwise disgrace myself.
I think that’s why I’m on the shelf.
I search in vain to find a cure
The only thing of which I’m sure.
Until I do I’ll be alone
and occupy my favourite throne.
Such is the curse of I.B.S.
I can’t afford to be careless.
No decent girl would want to be
Placed second to the lavatory.
But I can’t help it I’m afraid
it seems to be the way I’m made.
I’m all bunged up or far too loose.
There is no way that I can choose.
Constipation, diarrhoea
I wish they both would disappear
So I could lead a normal life
instead of this internal strife.
I either have to sit and strain
Or find the nearest loo again.
This malady drives me insane
I’m sick of trying to explain
To other folks the reason why
I disappear so suddenly.
I have no choice I have to go
for fear that I will overflow.
Which makes my life a misery.
I’m forced to act unsociably.
I cant make friends as others do.
My life revolves around the loo
Unless you too have I.B.S
and suffer from the same distress.
There is no way you’ll understand
Knowledge acquired second hand,
might activate your sympathy.
Which doesn’t do a lot for me.
So I must suffer silently
I don’t care what you think of me.
You cannot know what I go through
when there’s a queue outside the loo.
And I am forced to concentrate
every minute that I wait.
Until a cubicle is free
and dropp my trousers hurriedly.
And do that which I need to do
I can relax when I am through.
If only temporarily.
Until they find a cure for me.
07/11/2009
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Jaundiced Eye
Black is beautiful, white is so pure
Can you see a difference? all I sees a blur
Is one color a virtue how can you be sure
Ignorance the disease education the cure
So how can you say that your proud of your race
Proud of your bender
Or proud of your faith
Fascism racism all starts out the same
Stop feeding the fire and smother the flame
Some people are smarter than others so dumb
The reason behind this a cultural one
And greatness isnt carried by blood
So get off your high horse
Youre no better than us
All seems infected that the infected spy
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye
Youre the infected you can never deny
Youre arrogant, youre insolent, youre living a lie
song performed by by NOFX
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Pain Has Never Left
For an Eternity I’ve felt anger
For a lifetime I’ve felt Pain
I feel pain for the little girl in me that had to grow up before her time
I feel pain for the teenager that never got the chance to have friends to lime
I feel pain for the young woman who everyone used trickery and deceit on
I feel pain for the adult who gave her hold life and soul to carry her baby
I feel pain for the adult who had her baby too early and prayed for him to survive
I feel pain for the woman who watched her son fight to stay with her
I feel pain for the woman who never got to hold him and tell him everything was going to be ok
I feel pain for the soul who watched her son died without doing anything to help him
Today I still feel a stifling pain
Towards the people who should have protected me and did not
I feel pain for the lashes life dealt me
I feel pain for the friends that used me, hurt me both body and soul
I feel pain for the child, girl, woman who could not bring herself to hate anyone
I feel pain, and even after every painful event in my life I could still pray and forgive
I feel pain all over, a pain that may never leave my life
poem by Lisa Roberts
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Suspicion minded men and women suffer in life
Suspicion minded men and women suffer in life,
Suspect is an incurable disease of mind,
There is no medicine for such patients to find,
It is the worst septic of mind to husband and wife,
Broad minded people always live a life of gay,
In any society or family suspect has no respect,
Many families have been divided by suspect,
Suspect brings in us impurity of mind day by day,
Suspected husband and wife doubt one another,
They will have no peace of mind time to time at all,
Husband must not doubt to his wife if she talks to other,
She too may not doubt if he talks with a girl in any hall,
The couple of good character will never bother,
Suspect divides the hearts and builds a hatred wall.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Surrender To God’s Control
I have no control of my life; my days are filled with undue strife,
Says that one living on his own, attempting to live his life alone,
Without an influence of the Lord, as God’s Word is just ignored,
Living life on shifting sands, avoiding Truth that he understands.
When a life is saved from sin, that life then truly belongs to Him,
Jesus Christ, Lord and Savior, who, should impact our behavior,
To live life as a new creation, through the power of our Salvation,
That Gospel Power, truly saves, and alters the way man behaves.
God is the One, to who we give, our very life, so that we can live,
Our life, moving us away from sin, to live our life pleasing to Him.
It’s The Lord we must give control, of all our life, not just our soul,
As the world isn’t a friendly place, and we need His guiding Grace.
When we give God complete control, we lose in life, nothing at all,
But, gain from God a multitude, of benefits, with the right attitude,
With complete surrender friend, a path is brighter around the bend,
Filled with joy, peace and happiness, walking in His righteousness.
God turns our despair into Hope, when through God we now cope,
With all our concerns in this life, through The Spirit of Jesus Christ,
Filling us with a new found peace, that in dark times will not cease,
As a stable life The Lord renders, when the soul to God surrenders.
(Copyright ©01/2009)
From the Black Perspective
Why don't you write more from the 'Black' perspective?
Or the African-American point of view.
Perhaps from the 'Negro' in you.
You have several points of view,
From which to choose.
Why aren't your depictions more from this experience?
'You mean...
The isolation and pain? '
Yeasss.
'The oppression I've endured,
With little gain to claim? '
Oh! Yes, yes, yes!
'My feelings of discrimination,
Racism and hatred? '
Ooooohhh...Yesssss! Yes.
'That bitterness within me.
For being 'Black'?
And carrying it on my back.
With a torment that rips my soul? '
Oh, please. More, more, more.
'The hunger, the poverty.
The homelessness expressed...
Within my people that keeps us divided,
In a separateness?
The misery, the tears.
The sleeplessness for wishing to be white?
And the fears of being a Black man,
With no allies in sight? '
Oh...I feel your anguish!
So tragic.
'My need to tap dance to gain public acceptance?
Regardless of my burdens, tribulations and suffering? '
Please stop this.
You have driven me to tears.
'Well...
To answer your question,
I haven't given that much thought.
However...
When and if I change my mind,
I'll give you a call.
You seem to be more empathetic about that,
Than I am!
Nobody but me pays my bills.
And my creditors could care less,
How I sign my money orders or checks.
Like everybody else...
They just want to get paid.'
Is that it?
'That's it!
That's how I feel about it.
And I am free to complain and whin if I choose.
Just like you.'
Well...
Thanks anyway.
I was hoping for a deeper,
More 'probing' insight!
I'm writing a thesis for my doctorate.
And I was hoping you would co-operate,
With more venom.
'What are you seeking?
To be attacked? '
Oh, no.
Why?
Do I look as if I'm wishing to be seduced?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can Hear You Calling
(myles goodwyn/jim clench)
Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi
Night time is the time you choose
Flight time with nothing to lose
A lifetime of pain and abuse
I've got to wake up, lord i got to wake up
I see your eyes grow holes, i feel your heart grow cold
Please let me turn away, i can't face another day
I can hear you callin' me, like you did before
I was talkin' like a man insane, but i'd scream for more
I can feel you pleasing me, i can't take any more
I can feel you're sent this time to drag me down
And later on, will you want my soul
I'm so afraid that i'll lose control
I'll settle down, i just need some rest
Come on sugar, now do your best
My time has come at last, all my bridges are burning fast
Time has come for me to choose, little to win, but plenty to lose
I believed in you, you see, now with only you and me
Who was right, and who was wrong
I was lost and you were all alone
I see your eyes grow holes, i feel your heart grow cold
Please let me turn away, i can't face another day
I can hear you callin' me, like you did before
I was talkin' like a man insane, but i'd scream for more
I can feel you pleasing me, i can't take any more
I can feel you're sent this time to drag me down
I can hear you callin' me, like you did before
I was talkin' like a man insane, but i'd scream for more
I can feel you pleasing me, i can't take any more
song performed by by April Wine
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