Sprouting seeds
new born leaves
heeding the weather
casting all asunder
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What is life but a sharing?
A sharing of time
of thoughts
of tears
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A ray of sunshine
grace my life
in the darkest hours
through the loneliest nights
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In the darkness of the night
I hear the ticking of the clock
declaring to me the passing seconds
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I was awaken in the wee hours
by the smile of the sun
saying grace for a beautiful day
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When you have nowhere to turn
no one to lean on
no home to return to
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I touched your cold hands
hands that worked the land
caressed your tousled hair
hair that had known flair
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In my waking hours
I lulled the voice within
easily thru the din
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