A Better Place
A Better Place
Written by a 12 year old student of mine. The site is mine. I am the vehicle.
I dream of a place where a sweet wind blows the grass
And where the scars of yesterday heal at last
I dream of a places where there is always tomorrow
A place where I can find a smile
to borrow
I dream of a place where empty spaces are filled
And all our cuts and wounds are finally healed
A place where we are allowed to be broken
So that the light come in
Copyright © Sheila Cooperman | Year Posted 2017
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