Here I am sit tin as twilight fast approach in
Waiting for the sun to hide her shining face
As I look back in the sky
I found myself reminiscing the memories of my strangled life,
The fun I thought for a teen age kid
Was like a song that has to end
And the track I next to hear was of a solemn kind
For that’s how I feel it now being all alone. . .
This poem was written/submitted by :[r].[A].[j]:.