Laying In By Nature - Poem by Rebecca Stansfield
Laying in by nature where I lay,
awaiting anything before I start the day.
I know the times from way before,
the way that was the same.
Was there any point?
Today it might be there-
but it's still and it's still bare;
I need your direction anyway-
I tried to stay alive today-
but I need your direction anyway.
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