For on it might be,
To be so free.
But for me
Only God holds the key.
I look ahead
To see what life holds.
No heart is made out of lead,
So mine has to be bold.
So all I must say, before I cry.
Please, I don't want to say goodbye.
Wrote on 8-2-03
By Mariah Simpson
Modified on 10-13-09
By Mariah Simpson
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