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Jan 2016
I’m not in despair for who I  am
What my eyes see
Are the worlds that you are chasing
I found myself but I can’t be too free
The children that look to me
Make me realize that being a man
Is being myself but also loving them

I can find a moment in every day
When I’m the crazy enough for  my tastes
I can’t make the world a bigger place
But I can know more about it
You know being lost is still an adventure
What you learn is how to cope
You just to have the strength to try again

I haven’t fallen from grace
Because I never opened the gift
Maybe I climbed the wrong mountain
But I see the light I once set adrift
My mistakes were only slightly ajar
But still my door is open
I know I can tell you anything
Being a friend is loving what’s broken

Is there anybody who gets me
They never will if you live to discover
You can’t worry about an opinion
If it’s meant to make them feel better
If someone trusts you
They will let you bleed openly
Because they know where you’ve been

I haven’t eaten my daily bread
Because I didn’t know I was hungry
Maybe I walked on water
In a dream I thought was reality
I didn’t mean to hurt you
It’s hard to live knowing what I said
It may be too late for us
I guess only God can raise the dead
Mark Lecuona
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