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FIXING MISFIT TOYS
DAVE THE POET

I’m sorry to be sad
I know I’m losing you
I see it in your eyes
They turned, From green to blue
You walked on water
At least for me that’s true
I’ll never know another
Quite like you

Can a misfit toy be fixed
Once it’s broken?
Torment is a silent battle
Few words spoken
Healing is done
In many ways
Nothing ever goes away
Each memory
A link in a chain
Pain and rage
Locked in a gilded cage
There is no escape
Reality is tattooed in time
A living body of work
In the collage of life

Anyone who’s gone searching
Never knows what they will find
Their common ground
Desiring what was before them
And finding peace
In the now