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My Garden of Laughing Faces
My dreams, I can see them with these eyes wide, and unrested. And it's right there barely out out of reach, My garden of laughing faces. There laughter a intoxicating aroma, I know what I want, like the orphan boy that watches the world from the narrow alley. My love for my god, is the only thing that exist in both reality. My dreams are, brightly. I've just colored them grey. They transcend to the accordince of shaded light. I fear the recoil, but consequenceses is but another phase. Just as the orphan boy knows he wants something more, I Know What I want. I know all His pains, and wants. And his little hand full of joys. He is grateful for the little cat, and the there conversation. He is sustained by God's love. I'll tell him the secret of God's love. I pray his heart darkens, and he can see his dreams in shaded light, but if he can, I hope his dreams a sight as that of sunlight, yet brighter still. But if the world to cold for your soul, give your bones, and pray your soul be renewed. But is cold, so grow colder. It would be a shame to see you the brightest light. I pray you to the accordance of my shading light. There are no more hero's, it would be a shame, like all the other heros.
