like a bridge over troubled water
i will lay me down
the earth shatters and the child looks absent mindedly at the ground caving in under her feet. we all face challenges stubbornly at times yielding at others. i have fought on several fronts. some i have lost bleeding, some i won. i picked my pieces up afterwards, occasionally. more than not i stumbled, but kept walking.
yet the child must grow.
as a single tear drop finds its way down your cheek lying forsaken thinking of an old song sighing your last breath
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