Sitting out where flowers grow. Still
don't know.. Where to go. Which way to
choose, or what to do. Feel so lost, so
scared, so blue. Don't know how...To
walk, talk, or even, move...Turn to God
and i just cry...Help me with all inside.
She was a life, A soul, A child.
She fought to stay awhile. Didn't make
the trial. But God did smile... Handed
her the key...Now she's free, to run, to
soar, to be... Playing amongst the leaves...
Singing mild, singing tenderly... God did
release. Her tears, her heart, her inner,
child... Out where flowers grow wild...
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