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We Do Recover
I suppose dope had me by my throat,
Till hope woke my inner soul,
I surrender to remember to let it all go,
Growth may be slow to unfold,
I know I can break the mold,
with sticks and stones,
because words will never save me,
So now i meditate daily,
self made through these mistakes,
the pains too great so I am changing,
Grace can't wait I am afraid we are all aging
Till hope woke my inner soul,
I surrender to remember to let it all go,
Growth may be slow to unfold,
I know I can break the mold,
with sticks and stones,
because words will never save me,
So now i meditate daily,
self made through these mistakes,
the pains too great so I am changing,
Grace can't wait I am afraid we are all aging
Published 25th Jun 2016
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