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25 May 1997
Sometimes I wish that I were blind.
So I close my eyes that they might not see
the throngs of strangers passing me by.
Oh that you were near me once again.
Sometimes I wish that I were deaf.
So I cover my ears that they might not hear
the shouts and the moans which twist my mind.
Oh that you might speak to me once again.
Sometimes I wish that I were mute.
So I seal my lips that they might not utter
the bitter cursings that plague my soul.
Oh that you could hear me once again.
Sometimes I wish that I were without emotion.
So I turn off my heart that it might not feel
the pangs of solitude that devour my being.
Oh that you might care for me once again.
Copyright © 1997 Charles Fry
forgotten memories of being burned at the stake sweet dreams sharing hand-in-hand the stranger hidden courtyards holding You princess happy day loneliness fragile, handle with care my small trip to the cement factory dedication this record is for You the day that I cried Last night I woke up under my bed. my silver Dancing shoes Man my heart tears. the three things strait jackeght like you abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz Fire cooks me Princess Alexandra: A Little Story cats up cat twice sweet rain water little children my heart How blind I am in wooden glasses. I know she's crying cause it stains her voice, Dear Family, I pound at my heart We run away from the ice cream truck purple sunset J. Elephant so i walk up to you with this the Soul queen so, you say that i do not speak window dear sweet old Ordinary i am a Harp