Here I am, made of pebbles and broken stones
fearing that no one will ever traverse my puddles
and some day repair my shattered bones
If there is one thing I fear, one thing i'll never see above
it is that no one will hold me dear, and ever feel my limitless love
For i am made with the purity of gold
and whoever sees that i will forever keep in my hold
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
Here I am, made of pebbles and broken stones
fearing that no one will ever traverse my puddles
and some day repair my shattered bones
If there is one thing I fear, one thing i'll never see above
it is that no one will hold me dear, and ever feel my limitless love
For i am made with the purity of gold
and whoever sees that i will forever keep in my hold
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