There are reasons and there are seasons
That come and go like the rain
There are falling tears looming fears
We find a way to survive the pain.
With kind deeds we plant new seeds
and hope for a new flowers to grow
I do what I can but I’m just a man
and know only what a man knows
Sometimes I cry and ask God why
but no answer comes in return
I guess what will be is what will be,
Yet to understand I still yearn.
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A contest entry
- Beauty. Wow Me. by happyhippychick.
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