This is a little tune that just kind of floated into mind, I'm going to dedicate it to another poet on this site who wrote a very touching peom for myself and others like me. Thank you, you know who you are.

Salt in my wounds,

but there's candy in the air.

I can feel the wind in my hair,

but there's nothing really there.

I feel this really isn't fair.

I want to be there,

with you.

Where I can sing like you to.

I want to find my voice.

I want to make a choice.

Please hold my hand,

and you can watch me land.

I want to be there,

with you.

Where I can sing .like you to.

I want to breath in your hope,

just throw me that rope.

I'll bring out the stars,

from planet Mars..

Salt in my wounds,

but there's candy in the air.

I can feel the wind in my hair,

but there's nothing really there.

I feel this really isn't fair...

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