posted 02-27-2003 01:47 PM            

Sitting in the woods against a tree,
Thinking of the roads I have walked,
In my mind, my thoughts are free,
My hopes and dreams are well stocked,

But from this refuge I am pulled away,
In my hideout I am not alone,
On the other side, someone now lay,
A person I have not yet known,

From my vantage, I hear them sobbing,
Racked with the pain of some worldly care,
Deep within their soul, their friends are robbing,
Leaving their heart of love stripped and bare,

Should I aid them in their pain?
This person I have yet to meet?
I have never had luck down that lane,
For I seem always to miss the beat,

I make up my mind to help them out,
I lean myself around the tree,
In their sorrow, they look up and pout,
Through their tears, I see it is me.

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Timberwolf-
"Remind me of this with every decision: Generations will reap what I sow. I can pass on a curse or a blessing to those I will never know," Sara Groves.