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K Mark Schofer

Cold comfort for change?

When you’re sure you’ve had enough

Did you exchange

When your day is long

A walk-on part in the war

And the night, the night is yours alone

For a lead role in a cage?

Of this life, well hang on

How I wish, how I wish you were here

Don’t let yourself go

‘Cause everybody cries

We’re just two lost souls

Swimming in a fish bowl

Year after year

And everybody hurts sometimes

Running over the same old ground

Sometimes everything is wrong

What have we found?

Now it’s time to sing along

The same old fears

When your day is night alone

Wish you were here

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.