Somedays I wake up with a question
Why? Whats the purpose?
Always looking for something.
Will this make me miss others?
I hope and pray and maybe
one day will come and
It will seem like all the others just the same
but then she will whisper in my ear
she'll say I will always be here
hold my hand we'll make toasts
and there'll be cheers
We will make it through the years
And she'll make it clear
through all the tears and fears
she'll be here.
Me my and mine
thoughts I compile
I write them down
place them like kitchen tiles
and then I will know
its all been worthwhile!
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