Tatum
Tatum, who can see
beyond the bend...
and will it ever end,
all in good time?
Through the storms,
your childhood dreams...
of being
who you are.
But you became
a diamond...
in the ruff.
In paper moon,
an endless swoon,
and patterns...
that would take your heart away...
And you would stray...
But you would see it through,
until you knew...
just who you are.
All around you,
it was there,
the temptations...
you would bear
with all your soul.
But you would keep on
dreaming...
find those moon beams
in your life.
And some would say...
Keep selling those Bibles,
girl!
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