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when i was young
i counted on
the game of give and take

then growing up
i found out
they take more than give away

yet we get use
to the abuse
they hand out over time

part of growing up
is being numb
when it comes to life

when i was young
i counted on
the game of win or lose

then growing up
i found out
you lose freedom when they choose

yet we get use
to the abuse
and think that all is fine

part of growing up
is being numb
when it comes to life
I believe in love
I believe it is the brush that paints sunrise
On a dark and lonely sky
(Ls)
Written when the name I wrote under was Lori Spring

Mountain mist swirls up and curls in the air
With White puffy clouds as in Noddy’s toy town
Gold and green leaves upon the conical trees
Densely grew into the forest wild
Layers of withering leaves on the forest floor
Soon faded down into the earth, brown
Scenes change as seasons do
But the mountains blue
Stood ever so tall, as they should
 Jul 2021 Cynthia Jean
Maddy
Haven't been loved by many
The first one I wanted didn't want me
Grateful for the second time around when he found me
Written about what it might have been like
There is my one and only
My prince still and forever more
He is gentle and sweet and incredibly generous
Patient ,kind ,and tender
If you enjoy that and find it then you are a lucky woman
It has nothing to with the many but the one that rocks your world and
loves you like you are the most special one
The touch of my man doesn't compare
His touch is my one and only love

C@rainbowchaser2021
Hope I met challenge ,Brett
 Jul 2021 Cynthia Jean
Maddy
(Lyrics in progress)

had it with the rain
had it with so much
Nothing is really lame
Nothing is the same

Let it come and let it go
Some things are out of your control
You know
You know
We do the best we can
Just need you to understand


Life lessons you need to learn
Some leave scars and some burn
Take your time and discern
Life lessons need to be learned

C@Rainbowchaser2021
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