I know, times are though,
Heavy is your heart,
Drained in sorrow,
Life's drifting apart,
But in this storm,
In the circle,
Stand a small little girl,
But she isn't so little
She stands tall above,
Rises over the clouds,
She might not see it yet,
But she fight's like a dove
Peaceful strength,
To persevere on,
She is always consistent,
Consistently strong
One day, I might hope she could see,
The power within her,
The power to believe
Until the day comes,
I'll be there to remind,
Her of her strength,
Her strength of mind
- Author: PurpleGlasses (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 16th, 2023 08:40
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 21
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