Under the morning and over the night Here between one and the other I wait Drifting along from what's wrong to what's right Wondering about the nature of fate
When I speak of what's right I mean the kind And caring things the sparks in the dark I Have found like fireflies out here stumbling blind Which make me want to live before I die
I want to walk past the selfishness seen As people hurt one another each day (If you have been hurt you know what I mean) I want to walk through life a gentler way A simpler way much harder than it seems Walk softly so as not to step on dreams
Wondering about the nature of fate Drifting along from what's wrong to what's right Here between one and the other I wait Under the morning and over the night
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Chrissy
SO PERFECTLY.
Love Tinka
Awesome poetry. You have amazing talent, my friend.
I want to walk through life a gentler way
A simpler way much harder than it seems
Walk softly so as not to step on dreams
I wish life was a lot simplier, Stevie. We have to take it one day at a time and keep marching on. As Debbie says, May your writing give you strength.
Many blessings,
~Linda
May your writing bring you strength
Debbie Milam