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All I Need

By Wil C. Fry, March 7, 2001, 22:15

Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


(Words are my defense
Words are my therapy
Words are my weapon
Words are my plea bargain.)
Words are my Prayer

I need to
I need to walk a little further,
Get those power ballad chords
    out of my head
I need to lean back
And feel your arm there
And for you to sing me to sleep
Until horrible demons have run
    to where they hide
I need your delicate fingers
To trace soothing patterns down the scars
    on my heart
(I know you can’t bring back what’s been lost
I don’t want it anyway
But you can bring something new)
If you try to fill
The hole inside me
It’ll wear you out

I just need you to stand on the
    edge of that gaping wound
And plant a flower


Let’s forget my past
Let’s start anew
Start something that’ll last
Something with you.



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