This Puppet Will Dance
Sunday, April 24, 2011
The day of our wedding, and I stood in the rain
Tears fell down. I called your name.
You came to me, you held me tight,
You promised it would be alright.
You didn't care the mess I was
And when you held me, nor did I.
The moment fades as I awake.
At least I knew your name.
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