The Difference
A childish wage doesnt belong with a fully grown age.
As I enter a new chapter, God's hand turns the page.
I need to construct my own lane so i can stay away from lames.
What I've become is the difference that will tear myself out of the frame.
Copyright © Richard Holmes | Year Posted 2006
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