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You'll know on Friday,
Whether it is time,
For you life to begin,
Or...end,
As you told me a few days past,
And where you mind is now,
I do not doubt,
But on this fateful turn about.
I have but myself to quote,
Dreams far, far passed away,
A candle burnt, but remade,
Can be lit to light another day,
And so a life, turned around,
A God, a maker, a hope found,
Can be relived, from the ash,
Of the past left behind,
I hope you find in your strength,
No matter what the letter says,
To rise up, and be yourself,
The lovely, beautiful person,
Whom you keep hidden away,
Afriad of being hurt,
I hope she will come out,
And show her smiling face.
For no matter what bodily passes,
You will always be you,
Awakened on a distant shore,
Surrounded by those who will,
Lead you to your dreams.
And you will awake there, and find,
That your dreams have not up and away,
They have left the purest behind,
And forever with you it will stay.
What I just want to say,
Is no matter what a letter says,
You will not have changed,
And still be she of whom I care,
Think on this, if just for me,
Life's never over till the end,
Don't give up before the final curtain.
Look me up some day,
When life has settled down,
If you want to reconsider the offer,
I won't take it away.
I'm not saying goodbye to you,
Not in the slightest at all,
Just waiting for you to be,
Who I know you are.
Till then I will be here with you,
Holding you hand, helping you walk,
You can't make me angry,
I can just anger myself.
You have never told me what your dreams are...
I would really like to know.
To you, my dear angel.