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Rebecca McDade Apr 2012
hesitations, good vibrations
and the sound can’t make you fall
on life they’re choking, heart is broken
but the music saved them all
Rebecca McDade Apr 2012
her child mind turned everything into a game
she’d find it was magic, dancing in the rain
and she’d think how fun it was to disappear
the glass clinked, and it was music to her ears
Rebecca McDade Apr 2012
her heart was heavy
with hope of going places
until it wasn’t
Rebecca McDade Apr 2012
a happy little bumblebee, flew smiling to and fro
the gardener who never quit, he made the flowers grow
his work impressed his happiness, the harder that he tried
he was the best until one day, he stung a squirrel and died
Rebecca McDade Apr 2012
the day she outgrew her yellow shoes
was the day her mother said not to cry
was the day she learned she’d never fly
was the day she learned of real goodbyes
the day she outgrew her yellow shoes
Rebecca McDade Apr 2012
her thoughts were old wheelbarrows
too full and broken down
from over use and old abuse
which wrinkled up her frown
yet they wheeled around in circles
and made her temples burn
she closed her eyes and her weary mind
lay cold and overturned
Rebecca McDade Apr 2012
raindrops and old pages
our hearts in our rib cages
connect us all - we know it’s true
each person is a person, too
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