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Mitacha with your eyes so green
Your hair as black as the raven’s wings
Heart is as cold as the freezing rain
You now are lost to the devil’s game
We shared a dream but it didn’t last
Like the wine and roses in the past
You’re flying high and chasing dreams
You’re running wild in a shallow stream
You’ll ride this storm through the dead of night
For your flying high on DRUGS to night
Tomorrow you’ll find you’ll all alone
You’ll have no place that you call home
The fire will burn and the scars will show
Within the dark your blood shall flow
Taking your mind your body and soul
LUCIFER WINS HE NOW HAS CONTROL
Please say no to drugs

Written by
Dorothy Calvert
Copyrights ©
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A Candle Burns

Contributed by freespirit on Saturday, 4th March 2006 @ 11:12:35 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

A CANDLE BURNS
Mitacha with your eyes so green
Your hair as black as the raven’s wings
Heart is as cold as the freezing rain
You now are lost to the devil’s game
We shared a dream but it didn’t last
Like the wine and roses in the past
You’re flying high and chasing dreams
You’re running wild in a shallow stream
You’ll ride this storm through the dead of night
For your flying high on DRUGS to night
Tomorrow you’ll find you’ll all alone
You’ll have no place that you call home
The fire will burn and the scars will show
Within the dark your blood shall flow
Taking your mind your body and soul
LUCIFER WINS HE NOW HAS CONTROL
Please say no to drugs

Written by
Dorothy Calvert
Copyrights ©

Copyright Â© freespirit ... [ 2006-03-04 23:12:35]
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Re: A Candle Burns (User Rating: 1 )
by Gigi_15 on Saturday, 4th March 2006 @ 11:40:02 PM AEST
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great write..i think it's kinda sad and tragic though. It's a good poem to out there so kids won't use drugs. Thank you for that.

Re: A Candle Burns (User Rating: 1 )
by Bohemian_with_a_pen on Sunday, 5th March 2006 @ 12:51:38 AM AEST
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great poem, wonderful rhythm, good meaning.
well done.

Re: A Candle Burns (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 5th March 2006 @ 07:06:45 PM AEST
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Great tight rhyming pattern and as one who's been there seen it done it and worn the t-shirt

( thinking about it wearing a t-shirt saying I've done drugs would probably give you great stature in todays liberal society!)

this poem evoked great thought within me!

my main drug has always been alcohol.

iI's one of those I call the British disease and believe it or not it causes more deaths than the illegal ones.

Food for thought?

Great poem and a great thought provoker

(For me at least. )

Very well done indeed,.

J

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