Tell me how the days go by
and how the wind can sing
And how a little bird can soar,
even on broken wing.
Tell me much of how we live,
and how we've come to be.
But how to live and how to act,
don't you dare tell me.
Thoughts unsaid. Words unspoken. Speaches unscripted. Stories untold. Life unimagined. Jennine Baughman.
Posted by Jen(3x3) at 12:14 AM
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