Of ham and onion sandwich...
Pack me a message of love
Sealed with dreams fulfilled
Nothing less, nothing more
Love of me, love of you
Zarah.
Of forgotten friend...
i'm so glad i saw you again.
i'm so touched when you called me by name
i thought i would never see
this day, this friend, would set me free.
Thank you.
Of faith, in God
A little imperfection taints my mortal soul
A little skin covers my hidden cold
A little touch upon Your beaded hem
A little glance upon my frozen hands
I'm still holding on.
Of Goals and trophy
I saved myself a dream
Of me walking the clouds
dancing, prancing, wherever i deem
Trusting these steps, without a doubt.
Without my fears.
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