I once knew a man.
He never really said much.
Underneath it all, I figured--he never really lived much.
I was sad for him really but wouldn't you be?
I knew a man.
He never really love much.
We all could tell.
When you looked into his eyes you could see a beautiful hell.
I knew a man.
He finally ran free.
Well, I used to know him...the old me.
A mere outline of all I chose to be.
Because I chose a new path and a new way.
Because growth requires change.
The sacrifice of yesterday for a better today.
About the Creator
Errol McNeill
I may be just a foolish dreamer
But I don't care
'Cause I know my happiness is waiting out there somewhere
I'm searching for that silver lining
Horizons that I've never seen
I'd like to take just a moment and dream my dream
-L.Richie
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