Michael Buchanan - HURT

How can it hurt so much to watch you walk away...when i know that its only for the day....why do i hope and pray it will last through the night.....and mabe in the morning we could end the fight....and soon rid ourselves of this fright and see such a beautiful sight....you and me with our son flying his little kite....only to wake up in the moning to realize just a night mare for only one of us to share.....a night so unfair

Michael Buchanan

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