How do we answer the tough questions? The really tough ones that don’t always have a good answer.
Where do we go from here?
When the wind has whipped us raged.
And our friends have deserted us.
When love is cheaper than money.
And care is rare as riches in poverty.
Where do we go from here?
To a paradise that might not exist?
Wish for something happy that might be useless in our reality?
Seriously John, tell me.
Where do we go from here?
Married and disowned.
Friendless and abandoned.
Our marriage certificate shows our bond.
But I Dana couldn’t fell more alone.
What do we do now?
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