The Day

garden of always

delicate and luscious

storm in and 

soar through my roses

 

I'll soften the winds when they hit you

I'll be a drink of water when you thirst

I'll shine lights on the path you run

 

People in the world go hungry

for the love that I can give

and the roses that bloom within me

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Written January 4, 2007

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