Wating In the Wing's
Sprits of the young are giving birth,
As love is waiting in the wings.
My reflections of my yesterdays
are waiting in the wings.
Pennys are all you need for
a fountain of youth while
waiting in the wings.
A constant cry bares the
weight of yesterday,As
I'm waiting in the wings.
The innocents of a child are held
in the palms of your hands,
As your waiting in the wings.
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