I feel the gentle breeze on my face,
As I’m Challenging this long race,
I close my weeping eyes to say my grace,
My fast, hot breath slows it’s pace,
So hard to live this life I try,
And I watch everything pass me by,
Why do I try so hard to accomplish,
What can’t be so easily accomplished,
Every night my eyes do cry,
At those sad and long good-byes,
I want you close to my heart,
But I know now I have to make a new start…..
@ 1996 Sherrita Angel Longstreath
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