We've cornered our dream through the edges our teeth...watching it slip away...anguished...though we smile...when it is more like crying...the public is vacant from seeing....so silently dying inside...loving outwardly...but needing a hug...such a moment encouraging relief...so deep is our strength...so easily is the wisdom god gives from the rain of our tears...a seed blossoms a new day!
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