Holding Up the Sky
Sometimes I feel like I’m holding up the sky
I can’t let go
Not for a second
The world will come crashing down
My world
All around me
Sometimes I feel like I’m holding up the sly
I can’t push on
Fingers grappling
And nothing will be the same
Changes
All around me
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2019
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