Rachel
rachel my beautiful will rise the waves of greed
as she is the mother of of my dreams
and stomp her feet as all her children will be all wright
to spread the seed of knowledge.
the waves ruffling your heart do not matter as you are mine
to protect you from the plunder of ignorance
follow your life my dear as tomorrow we will smile
the past and follow our dreams.
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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