Don’t give me more,
I want to help myself, grow
The road starts before the sun shines on my room,
It’s a long way,
But I will keep up my pace.
These hands that lay
on the mud with me,
The birds that sing the lullaby
Shall soon be gone to find their way,
And I know,
That everything will soon leave,
I hope I understand,
The truth is bitter sweet,
I know I will understand.
November 30, 2016 at 10:27 am
I love this piece! Thank you for the follow. Your blog is wonderful!
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November 30, 2016 at 11:42 am
Thank you. That is sweet!
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December 2, 2016 at 6:00 pm
You’re most welcome. 🙂
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December 10, 2016 at 11:27 am
Beautiful
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December 10, 2016 at 11:44 am
Thank you! Take care
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