Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Dear Me

Dear me,

Things aren't as bad as they seem Close your eyes and sail
Sail in your crib on a dream
Dry your eyes Things aren't as bad as they look
Battle wounds from your day at the brook.

Dear me,

Things aren't as bad as could be Things will get better, you'll see
With a life of your own Rejoice on what you hold
No longer worrying about what you're not


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