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LS, 20 february 2012

The Dancing Fountain

I reach out deep into my sweeter past, a long gone history
I forget the taste of the tears on my cheeks and the pain in my heart
And take a moment to remember, our sweet beginning, my sweetest memory

I remember the love, oh the young fierce love we shared before September
I can smell the water and I can hear the music…
And the sound of the crowd’s applause
On that sweet day that the fountain danced,
The sweet day we first walked hand in hand

We sat amongst the crowd but as we watched the water spring to life,
I could not hear their voices and I could not see them, It was just you and me.
The fountain was beautiful and danced so elegant
The waters rose and danced in waves setting me into a mesmerized trance
How could it be that you were not watching the beautiful fountain?
The whole time, instead you were watching me!
And instead of praising the fountain, you praised me.
I searched for the lie in your eyes but you were so sincere

And as the music played…
The fountain danced with my heart letting your love trickle in
It is a sweet memory, how it all began…
Sadly how it ended… was a most bitter tragedy.

But have you ever heard of oceans running dry?
I know this for certain, the fountain is still dancing…
Dancing inside my heart and its music will forever live in me.

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LS, 19 february 2012

I have a dream- A Home In Every House

A Home In Every House

Behind closed doors somewhere out there lies a man's dirty secret;
His daughter wailing on her bed,
His wife cleaning her bruises from the previous night's beating,
His son close to tears as he looks at a photograph of the good father he once had.

Behind locked doors somewhere out there lies a drunken woman's dirty secret;
Her malnourished toddler, alone and terrified in a dingy apartment,
Her desolate daughter selling her body to raise money for food and a few bills,
Her eldest son knocked out by a cheap brew, following in his mother's footsteps.

Behind closed doors somewhere out there;
A teenage girl's heart sinks as she watches the sunset,
Memories of the terrible nights she has endured drive her to violent sobs,
The man who raised her has abused her over and over again,
She has nowhere to run to and no one to tell, all she has is a dream to hold on to.

Behind locked doors, under fancy roofs and colourful paints
Lie the world's dirty secrets;
Pleas for help that have either gone unheard or have been ignored,
And horrible creatures who plague innocent children yet still walk free.

Behind closed doors somewhere out there lie children like me,
Who have heard the cries of the neglected toddler,
The lamentations of the regretful wife,
And the screams of the abused teenager.

Behind locked doors somewhere out there,
Lie the children of all sorts of backgrounds with whom I share a dream,
That one day, somewhere in the future,
Every child will be born into a loving family
And every child will enjoy their childhood.

I have a dream that someday every man and woman
Will be loyal to their spouse
And every man and woman will diligently strive to build a home in every house.

By Laura Benson

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