all these days
So, thinking these days
About all the times I prayed
Thanks be to God
Things worked out and
I’m only somewhat odd
This place has filled my lungs
With the freshest air
Nothing quite like living up here
We say the words, “Thanks be to Him”
And I’m ready to begin
To write the best I can
To not be bland
To think the words into being
Can’t believe all the success I’m seeing
Don’t ache for the old days anymore
But being happy with what I got
Couldn’t find a better spot on the pond
Rebirth feels like summer all year long
cs
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