Tear Stains
From my window I look through the water stains
Trying to remember the last rains
So bright and beautiful today Its a fresh new start
Building dreams of clay holding no family/friends and a broken heart
Today never felt so good
Being thankful to be alive? ? I should
And I know pain only helps us grow
But I still cant get past the stains on my window
Inside my tears destroy my dreams
Speaking in silence, inside I scream
Another day, another chance to spiritually grow
But I cant get past the tear stains on my window! !
Jim 1951
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