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Jan
03
My problems now had got real bad the loss of my loved ones had left me beyond sad.
I ran to an "ol" friend I call dope she took away my fears and gave me false hope.
No time now to sit and mope.
She gave me strength that wasn't real, covered wounds that wouldn't heal.
Got me through it day by day now forced to find another way.
Alone at night I would pray.
Will this hurt ever end? Will my heart ever mend? On what now can I depend?
What I need now is one true friend.
Marti Bennett, Clackamas, Oregon, USA