Paul Mwenelupembe


The Little Things We Say


Sometimes we say some little things
We get them from an egg of no where
Do we say to carry the days?
Sometimes we say for a while

Sometimes we say some little things
From little moments of bliss
Do we know where they come from
We make our own world
We say for a while at length

Sometimes we say some little things
From keeping an eye of things
Will those build aroud you
For the sky will make a clap
In the little word we tell
In the little things we say

Submitted: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 09, 2013

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Ask the persona for more, we say little words.....some bad some good....God smiles on good things! !

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