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Page 9 "A Voice for an Echo"
"Without a Goodbye"
"Terror of the Night"
"Lost Hope"

Why did it take me so long to realize?
How many times did I need to be reminded?
All I’m doing is living my life as an echo.
I don’t feel original, I don’t feel unique.
I never know how to show my feelings, to open up. . .
It’s not as easy as opening my head and taking a peek,
Life is complicated, but even more so if you don’t live it yourself.
You don’t have any say in how you live your life.
It is all run by other people, and what they decide.
It’s not that easy to stop following others, and start new.
Why is it so hard to change, to turn the tide?
I’ll tell you why. . .
It is impossible to completely break free of everything.
It’s hard to be a non-conformist; to change what people expect of you.
But in order to no longer be an echo. . .
A change is what must occur, no matter how small, or overdue.
And that’s what happened with me.
It wasn’t easy to become my own voice, and to create echoes. . . instead of being one.

"Without a Goodbye"
8-16-97

And as the time winds down,
And the light turns into darkness,
As the people leave town,
And go on with their lives.
We have memories both good and bad,
Of the times we’ve spent together,
We’ve shared emotions, both happy and sad.
And as they leave, they leave their mark on our hearts,
They should know this, not to hold them back,
But to wish them luck in the times to come.

"Terror of the Night"
8-15-97

Out of the shadows comes a new being,
Out of the darkness comes a new light.
The minds of darkness, the creatures at night,
They aren’t pretty, they haven’t come to "tuck you in".
They’ve come to rob, to kill, and to destroy.
Every shadow yields a new monster,
Every mind creates a new demon.
We are all different people at night,
We don’t think before we act,
We do what is on our minds.
We don’t care what happens,
And the terror of the night consumes us all.

"Lost Hope"
8-17-97

A broken dream, a forgotten soul,
Tearful eyes, a heart made of gold,
So many tears, so many tears,
Enough to last a lifetime, to fill so many years.
A life full of sadness, of old age,
Why is it so hard to turn the page?
Why do so many things go wrong?
Why does life seem so long?
Why isn’t everything the way it should be?
With everyone happy, and everyone free.
And then the obvious, and unwanted answer,
Life isn’t fair, it never will be.
There’s no way around it,
You have to live with it,
You have to live with the sadness,
The hopelessness, the rejection, the loneliness. . . .
And the thought of losing one more person,
And having to go through all these emotions again. . . .
It breaks my heart, tears my soul, and confuses my thinking.
I am forced to think of the times of sadness in a land of happiness.
And that is what takes all hope I have left.

In loving memory of (The People's) Princess Diana (1961-1997)

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