Something For Nothing
As I walk down the city street
I looked up the blue sky
And paint my face with a smile
Feeling the cold breeze passing through my hair
Even though the news shouts out
That the world is dangerous…
There’s nothing we can do but to move on..
Like birds with broken wings,
After the wound heals they still fly and
Move on……
Copyright © Ruth Mae Sarigumba | Year Posted 2006
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