Each storm is awake up, how vulnerable are we... The raindrops hold the secrets of many lives and many dreams. Endless are the stories ...there's alway one more path and the answers lay before us fragile like weathered glass. ~~~~~~~
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Sentenced to life ..... I am breaking free! I can see the tree tops that crest the sky of blue. I can the see the river it winds beyond the mountains hue. I can feel the wind gently lift my soul ..... Hold my hand and journey long... goodbye lily pond .
Don't ya weep Mr Willow tree ... seeded in your branches are apart of me. Ya have to let me go... just like your branches need to grow. I visioned beyond the evergreens a world more then mountain and trees. .. hold my hand and journey long.... goodbye lily pond.
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