Sometimes you cross the path
With true Angels...
The ones that pick you from the floor
And help you stand up
And clean the dust from your knees
And let you cry in their shoulders
And pray with you
For you. They were by my side tonight. Sometimes they disguise
Themselves as friends. But I know better.
The Cycle
Life is a cycle..or better yet, a series of cycles. We must learn to start, and then, to stop. Finish and close all cycles and start new o...
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