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This Way Before...

By Wil C. Fry, Dec. 6, 1997, 10:00

Copyright © 1997 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


The door I’m walking through — Is it just another trap?
Just another wily scheme to pull me down some more
I think I have felt this way before...
Sweet summer smells reach me in the dead of December’s winter
Tantalizing, teasing, testing my soul even more
But remember, I’ve felt this before...

One day feeling so sure, so secure
The next day, sinking into despair
Knowing and sharing something so pure
But it fades — is it really fair?

Thoughts focusing thoroughly, forgetting about being alone
My soul aches, whispered wishes wafting from a heart so sore
But I have felt just this way before...
Clinging to closeness, letting go of that familiar coldness
Hoping that I’m finally letting lasting love wash ashore
Leading to the way I felt before...

The way I felt before made me feel
Whole and so full of that thriving life
What I want to know is: Is it real?
And if it is, what is the price?

You would think I wouldn’t let this happen again, after once hurting so much
And I’m tired of picking my broken heart up off the floor
But I’m not tired of the way I felt before...

You could say I’m yearning for some more
Some more of the thing that hurt me before
Love is what I felt when I felt this way before...




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