On our knees
...in belief
We better end this all with our hands clasped together.
With our heads bowed down.
Let us not be at the end of our tether.
In the stormy weather let's dance...
With our tears camouflaged
Let's forgive and forget ...with hope.
And emerge...as we came into the world..once again.
A new chapter, in the continuance of our adventure.
Sing, chant and even whisper, to the most high.
Let our aspirations be known.
Strive for greatness...
where the story begins.
Number3
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DallasCowgirl says: Beautiful! Very inspired by this piece. Thank you for sharing, bro! |
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