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He woke up like he was in a police lineup Almost flunking out never became a regret The library wasn’t exactly where they met The people he knew are still his friends The ones that are gone he’ll never forget He smoked a few packs every ten years But he didn’t really smoke you know It was easy to quit ‘cause it was all for show Not being paid for acting never mattered A friend is being planted in the same row He thanked Jesus enough to be noticed He never felt worthy enough to pray Who asks for what they can’t give away It’s hard being an artist with limits So he said the hurt will never play He didn’t want anyone to take care of him It was hard because he kept his own mind He was going to learn on his own time She told him he didn’t want a family He said he already left his mom behind But one day he noticed his children That was the reason for living now That old prayer was telling him how He still dreamed of long flowing hair But it’s love that his life won’t allow
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC
Living With Limits
He woke up like he was in a police lineup Almost flunking out never became a regret The library wasn’t exactly where they met The people he knew are still his friends The ones that are gone he’ll never forget He smoked a few packs every ten years But he didn’t really smoke you know It was easy to quit ‘cause it was all for show Not being paid for acting never mattered A friend is being planted in the same row He thanked Jesus enough to be noticed He never felt worthy enough to pray Who asks for what they can’t give away It’s hard being an artist with limits So he said the hurt will never play He didn’t want anyone to take care of him It was hard because he kept his own mind He was going to learn on his own time She told him he didn’t want a family He said he already left his mom behind But one day he noticed his children That was the reason for living now That old prayer was telling him how He still dreamed of long flowing hair But it’s love that his life won’t allow
mark-lecuona
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC
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