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I was told to be kind To say my “please and thank yous” Smile all the time And show my love to all If I couldn’t find my way They would always trace my steps If I couldn’t understand They would just hold my hand Whenever I couldn’t fall asleep They’d find the lullaby to close my little eyes And if my spirit was lost They’d find the words to speak So when my heart was finally at peace With them by my side I knew if they just held my hand, I’d get there We were going somewhere somehow Together I was small and needy They were there to fill the space To keep me going Because if I was on my own I couldn’t do it I wouldn’t know how That was the way Now, if you ask me where to begin I’d say it starts at the end If you tell me the sun rises in the east I’d say that’s wrong And if you showed me how to breathe I’d exhale first Because all I know is the blank page Before the master piece is written The puzzle pieces separate Not the picture as a whole I am still small and needy And the worst part is there’s no one else to blame I cut out all the ropes and let myself fall I told my love to wreck it all And when I did that I smiled kindly and said thank you Then and there I knew Somehow I was going somewhere On my own My way
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
Please, Thank You
I was told to be kind To say my “please and thank yous” Smile all the time And show my love to all If I couldn’t find my way They would always trace my steps If I couldn’t understand They would just hold my hand Whenever I couldn’t fall asleep They’d find the lullaby to close my little eyes And if my spirit was lost They’d find the words to speak So when my heart was finally at peace With them by my side I knew if they just held my hand, I’d get there We were going somewhere somehow Together I was small and needy They were there to fill the space To keep me going Because if I was on my own I couldn’t do it I wouldn’t know how That was the way Now, if you ask me where to begin I’d say it starts at the end If you tell me the sun rises in the east I’d say that’s wrong And if you showed me how to breathe I’d exhale first Because all I know is the blank page Before the master piece is written The puzzle pieces separate Not the picture as a whole I am still small and needy And the worst part is there’s no one else to blame I cut out all the ropes and let myself fall I told my love to wreck it all And when I did that I smiled kindly and said thank you Then and there I knew Somehow I was going somewhere On my own My way
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
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