Simple Man
Saw a shooting star last night
I thought about making a wish
Thought about what i want
I held back having all i ever dreamed
I've grown to be a simple man
Many times molded like clay
In the moment happy for the day
Copyright © Eric Oakley | Year Posted 2016
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