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Evangeline

Through this film of darkness covering my gaze and all that I see

my thoughts are all for you

What am I, who am I, that I long for the sheltering gloom of that dark place

why, when I am lonely, can I not seek the companionship of others

Why do I go where I am not wanted

Why am I peaceful where I am not comfortable?


I feel it would be the joy of my life to please you just once

But again and again I disappoint

Just when it is most crucial to succeed I make my slip

And am fated always to be lackluster in your eyes

Why when I am separated from that place

Do my thoughts turn toward it again and again

That dark and lonely morgue?


Just when I think I may have won your approval

You remind me that I am unwanted

Just when I think you might open the door

I find it locked against me

You shut me out and leave me with my own scattered thoughts

It seems like I belong with you

Or at least I don't belong anywhere else

Won't you please give me a chance?  



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