Tears Are Gifts To a Heart That Flowers
I'm counting my blessings
Intertwining fingers become our praying hands
Tears are gifts to the heart that flowers
Questions answered by lips whispering their secrets to the grave
This place I used to sit locked in the dark
Please don't put me back where you found me
Copyright © Kelly Hawkins | Year Posted 2023
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