THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...)
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it hurts
to be alone
it hurts
to hear the phone
and feel no desire to pick up the receiver
and say hello...
do you know?
it hurts
to be afriad
it hurts
to have it made
and feel no desire to tell anybody
you're even there...
do you care?
I've been to the bottom of what some call hell
and I did it poorly and I did it well
and I had the greatest love song... but it didn't sell
and now I have nobody to tell
it hurts
to be alive
it hurts
to just survive
and feel no desire to begin or end or even press send
and let me know...
let me know
if you are out there
I want to know
thriving or hurting
together we grow
if we dare to share something
if we dare to feel
suddenly we may remember
how to be real
and how to stop the hurting
doesn't that have appeal?
is anybody out there...
it's your deal...
it hurts (and it heals)...
It Hurts
(and it heals)
Ric Candor ©2000
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