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		<title>Guest: Thom Wall &#8211; &#8216;A Lover&#8217;s Hand&#8217;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[When the doctor left the room I started to cry I’m so confused, I&#8217;m so lost A lover&#8217;s hand is where I want to lie I can’t see myself anymore I can’t see right or wrong I sit in a small room Next to a man I know as my friend I start to cry [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When the doctor left the room I started to cry<br />
I’m so confused, I&#8217;m so lost</p>
<p>A lover&#8217;s hand is where I want to lie<br />
I can’t see myself anymore<br />
I can’t see right or wrong</p>
<p>I sit in a small room<br />
Next to a man I know as my friend<br />
I start to cry and then my head lays at rest in his lap;<br />
The lap of a man I now know as more than just a friend<br />
I am confused, I am scared. <span id="more-392"></span></p>
<p>At times violence takes over me<br />
And my vision is a blur</p>
<p>I smoke, eat badly and I struggle with sleep</p>
<p>A man held my hand<br />
This brings me fear and that brings me tears</p>
<p>I hurt a man today<br />
I put a needle in his arm<br />
That man will die now<br />
What an awful thing I&#8217;ve done</p>
<p>I lie in my lover&#8217;s lap once more<br />
I kiss him and tell him I need him<br />
He said nothing because he knew</p>
<p>Sadness takes over me<br />
I have no control<br />
Lord take me now<br />
But the others feel the anger too<br />
My actions lead and lovers depart<br />
I feel the sadness no more</p>
<p>My friend is a sad man<br />
As once was I<br />
Tears role from his cheek<br />
We now stand hand in hand</p>
<p>I don’t know if I want this<br />
He kisses me and tells me he needs me<br />
I said nothing because I feared</p>
<p>I want to help but I don’t know how<br />
His actions build him a world of pain<br />
His actions end his world in vain</p>
<p>My heart lay broken<br />
My gut felt sick<br />
My hands act anger<br />
I cause the death of a man<br />
More blood is shed<br />
And with it no peace</p>
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