Nature (XV)

The private moments spent together Are precious like beautiful weather Every gentle brush of your fingers Feels like a quiet wind that lingers Over the green field of grass and sun Where you and I discovered our fun Across the beaches of colorful...

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I'm Here (I)

As I try to pray in bed And think of what you said I hear a piercing slam And your "I don't give a damn!" You say you're at the brink As you grab another drink You say to follow His life And not your road of strife You say this path of...

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