I rise each morning
Stretch and mumble, stumble out
Today’s a new day
Yesterday I wept
Today I sing a new song
Yet both sound the same
The tears keep falling
I’d have stopped them if I could
In another life
Another Life
I rise each morning
Stretch and mumble, stumble out
Today’s a new day
Yesterday I wept
Today I sing a new song
Yet both sound the same
The tears keep falling
I’d have stopped them if I could
In another life
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
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Commendable write up💛🌼🌱
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Really good
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I love it, Leslie. Touching. Simple.
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