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What better way to start the New Year then a poem written for a friend who was taken much to soon; a friend who forced the issue of dedication and getting your words heard/read.

Through the course of this tortured existence
I’ve given up on every dream
My heart’s been pierced by this doubt
And I’m much too weak to scream

I can’t see through the darkness
Like others seem to do
Sometimes when I’m lost in sadness
I think that I see you

But the angels won’t call my name
In this night I’ll be alone
Searching blindly for my home
The angels won’t call my name
Disappointment comes like rain
I know that I’m to blame

I think, “Will they ever know me”
Will I ever cross their mind??
Will they feel what I am saying?
Memorize my every line

I can’t see the lights above me
Like others think I should
Sometimes, lost in the moment
I really think I could

But the angels won’t call my name
In this night, I’m all alone
I can’t see through the rain
Angels won’t call my name

There’s a knock on the door
And the music fades
And the tape’s stopped running on the songs we made
I can’t see the bright lights
As we pack up all our gear
Everything I just dreamed of
Disappears into my fear

And the crowds won’t call my name
On this stage I’ll be alone
Trying to give up all this pain
But the angels won’t call my name
The music won’t ever play
Sitting quietly at home

Through the course of this tortured existance
I’ve given up on every dream……….

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