Destiny
Cottonwood tree wedged between two buildings
Being whipped by the wind rubbed against two
Ruff surfaces, how can survival happen
Constant change occurs never able to reach
The destiny God had prepared for you
Dwarfed roots constricted needing room
Room to grow, room to express yourself
Is it to late for someone to save you?
Only God knows your future not man
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