There was a man, when asked how he was doing, broke down and cried. The outpouring of grief was sudden and violent. There had been no warning. And there was nothing for you to do, but listen. For there were no words to comfort, no syllables to soothe the passing of a loved one. And so you sat there patiently, as the tears poured over clenched fists.

And so the lesson is that life is not fair, and AIDS cares not who you are. "Streets of Philadelphia" by Bruce Springsteen is today's song.

I was bruised and battered and I couldn’t tell
What I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window I didn’t know
My own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
Wastin´away
On the Streets of Philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the Streets of Philadelphia

Ain’t no angel gonna greet me
It’s just you and I my friend
My clothes don’t fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip the skin

The night has fallen, I’m lyin’awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the Streets of Philadelphia

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Published: (2005-04-12 23:56:11.0)