June 21, 2006

• I don’t like good-byes. and it seems like i have alot of them. i wrote this for my friends and all the amazing people in Timbauba.

  I looked into your eyes

  And saw the pain I put there

  You know I’d do anything

  To change it

  To take it back

  But it is not up to me

  I am on a road

  Narrow and winding

  I do not see where

  I am going

  So I make no promises

  I pack my bag and go

  But I want you to know

  You are my brother

  You are my sister

  And I don’t know when it happened

  But you took a piece of me

  And whenever we meet again

  I will look and see

  How a part of you

  Is a part of me

  Now I see and understand

  Without needing to use words

  That we are family

  We are part of a whole

  A different language

  A different world

  But somehow we will always 

  Be connected

  You are my brother

  You are my sister

  And I don’t know when it happened

  But you took a piece of me

  And whenever we meet again

  I will look and see

  How a part of you

  Is a part of me

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