The Cure
I walked through humps and swirling plains
To seek solace in this place
I crossed the hills and soaring mountains
Just to find my saving grace
Trying to find my shining hope
On the fields of greens and yellows
Finding a way to untie my rope
From the curse of crows and sparrows
June 4, 2023
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2023
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