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Sitting in a crowded room, Alone with thoughts of dread and gloom, I look around and what I see Are faces filled with misery. With so much crime and hate and greed, I feel an ever-growing need To find a place secure and warm To bide my time, wait out the storm. The heavens promise Truth and Light, But all I see is endless night. I look for love to fill my cup. I find someone and open up. So many times that I've been burned, My neighbor's name, I've never learned. This mood will pass when I go home And give my loving wife this poem. |