so the sun is shinning
on God's timing
but i'm stuck inside
writing about it
yeah i can't live without it
yeah the giving of myself.i mean
yeah the in between
of my hopes and dreams
and streams of sadness
yeah i'm searching for gladness
in my hurt
yeah my feelings are dirt
and my poems...
are like flowers
that have been tended to
for hours and hours
yeah along with some serious solar power
and rain showers
a.k.a. tears, fears, and root bears
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