All my life I have searched for the one thing
All my dreams, all my hopes
Depended on that something
Every day,I fought long and hard
Trying to hear the angels sing
Yet I still hear not
I will search, till my dying breath
For that love I long for
That I have not found yet
Am I destined to wander alone ?
I want to give in to the dark
But my soul rages on
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Shaun Allen
I am 36, I love music, poetry, and good. I am a single father of four, step father of three, grandfather of one.
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