Written in 1974 during one of the most difficult times of my life

Written in 1974, during one of the most difficult times of my life...(Abigayle)

The Tides of Life are Strange

Part 1 (2:00 a.m.) Another sleepless night

Why is it I can find no peace....no place to rest my mind.

What is it I am searching for? Is love so hard to find?

My goals are high - my dreams unreal. They change from day to day.

My heart is filled with tears unshed....Is love a game I play?

I fear my life is mine alone - not meant for me to share.

I grasp at threads that break with ease...and wake to find despair.

I have so much I want to give, and yet - I don=t know how.

So every time I trip and fall, I make myself a vow.

I'll shield my heart from hopes unmet! I'll build myself a wall!

I'll never shed another tear! My shield is strong and tall!

But as I cry myself to sleep, I know I'll wake to find,

my wall is down - my search still on. Again, I've changed my mind.

Part 2 (7:00 a.m.) The morning after

The morning dawns....a new day born. My eyes now open wide.

I see the pain I put to sleep....still festers deep inside.

I once could hide the hurt I felt, and wake with dreams anew.

But slowly now, it fades with time....Dear Lord, what shall I do?

If even dreams bring no relief, then how am I to live?

If each new day dawns yet the same, what more has life to give?

My tears fall free, down cheeks now wet with yearning for my dreams.

My life is filled with loneliness. My future bleak, it seems.

I leave my bed and start my day. The role I play is clear.

The sobs that fill my throat with pain, no longer do I fear.

For once again, I've learned to hide...emotions yet unspent.

I play a game called Asmile again@. My face must give no hint

of all the fears I've come to know... of days that pass so bleak.

With no one here to share my pain, my faith in life grows weak.

But once again I'll live this day...with smiles that lie to all.

And when tonight the darkness comes...again, my tears will fall.

And so my tale continues still (with very little change).

A built-up hope; a shattered dream. The tides of life are strange!

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