I Will Walk Alone
Ripping at my heart,
shredding me within.
These tears that fall
will carry me
till the bitter end.
Is its fate decree
that I stand alone?
Perhaps it is best
the answer remain unknown.
I Will Walk Alone
Ripping at my heart,
shredding me within.
These tears that fall
will carry me
till the bitter end.
Is its fate decree
that I stand alone?
Perhaps it is best
the answer remain unknown.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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