Sitting With the Tears
I’m crying and not sure why
sitting here listening to
Jimmy Buffett of all things
I guess it takes me back to a
simpler time
When my toughest decision was
how many used cd’s to buy
And not should I cut off
one of my breasts or
two
But at least I have the choice
and I have the chance
to fight
Which is more than a lot of
people can say
So, I will sit with
the tears
And thank God that
I’m alive
to be crying them
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