Hope From Above
This flows and the pro
goes
one day old
i give two fold
what i try to behold
on this very hard day
i try to make hay.
Even though i may not
say.
I try to mould clay
to be able to creatively
play.
A song for u
a song for who
will try to walk in ma
shoe,
big feet i have makes it
impossible to move.
But possible it is as i
shove.
My feet up and down in a
rapid array.
The ghost of me is gone.
Am now alive as one.
Who stands high on the
back of the big G.
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