Truth seeps from my veins alone again to much growth this hope did come running always there waiting for me to take out the trash so it could breath.
Tiny drops of sunshine come pouring out your eyes I would like to tell you something but realize it may cause rise.
Rise in your heart is what I mean. Rise in the world you seem to dream.
Rise in the angels watching over your pure soul. Waiting round the corner for you to need that next ride home.
Home to your maker, this is where we all want to go.
Home to this great teacher that has taught and now grown old.
Who are the young ones who will keep this energy alive. As they mature and learn we must all realize the beauty in their capable little hands so they may save us all.
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