November rain can never dampen
The spirit of peaceful rest within
That in my heart I have been given
The kind that always holds me in.
November rain and storms may rage
Blow her winds that try my soul,
Strike to break my will and wage
Tiring battles I can't control.
But like a ship I sail on forward
Past the beatings of November
Above the waves there's a reward
The rising up I will remember!
All rights reserved ~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~11.21.13
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