Held my hand
and led the way
from birth
Tripped over pebbles
My first fall
You helped me back up
I walk alone
you follow behind closely
I quicken my steps
wanting to run away from you
I fell over stones
I stumble over myself
I made some friends
They lent me a helping hand
I learnt to read the signs
to choose my own path
Stop holding me back
cordoning off the area
When I know which path I want to go
and which final destination I am heading
That will make me skip with joy
When you are gone
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Author:
zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Fly, fly away.
Though I like the idea of popping back for the free meal now and again. Just to check, mind you.
wholehearted & beautiful
have a great day!
Dahlia
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