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[aid] => mick
[title] => Lost Soul
[time] => 2005-01-12 20:42:53
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[bodytext] => There was once a lost soul He was blinded from the world, He lived on the side of a road Near a dump he curled up in a hole. He cried all night so he can Survive the night to come, Cried to the lord “Please Help Me” No reply, no help he received. People walked by and just looked The media took photos for news, Said ‘what has the world become? When someone’s loved one Is a bum! When one day he were to talk To a boy he did not know, “I wasn’t born when my father left me, I don’t know him but I so wish I did” The man replied with a smile, “Is your name Brian, You have my eyes” The boy was shook up because he felt Could this be my dad on the road? “Your mother left me to die! “She cheated on me with the step dad you’ve got; They both paid and hired a guy, Before you were born your brother had died. They both stole my wealth and stole my soul Killed your eldest brother on this side of the road, So here I lay everyday Sleeping where your brother’s body once lay. I never let go that I would see You in one entire piece. I’m sorry that we’d have to meet Right on this side of the street. If I had known I would have put on a suit To meet you and I would look, Like the man you’d dream to meet I’m sorry you’d see me like this” The boy and the man got some tests They were positive and they both knew then He was his son and the man was his dad The boy in amazement of his mom & step dad Some people are quick to say He is a bum and he drinks everyday, But if some one killed my child and Hurt me so deep! God knows were I would only be. I would be that bum on the side of the road I would go insane and I am sure of this, Life would have nothing left for my soul My life would be over, That’s all I know. My days will end like this Id lay over my son’s blood shed On the right side of the street… [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 31 [informant] => devine_xox [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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