A thought
A kiss from heaven, angels breathe, tears from Christ, but we come from dust.
A spirit that sores high in the clouds, Images of life dancing before me.
Water surrounds me; I do not melt to mud. Winds blow harsh and still I stand.
Thoughts, prayers, hopes, dreams, joy, and sorrow are these not a part of me?
Dust… not me… I will not blow away without any trace of my existence.
I am unique… I affect everything I encounter as it affects me.
Laughter… tears… my life has purpose, it has meaning.
After I am gone the world will forever know I was here. I will have left it with a small piece of myself that will eternally carry on.
A spirit that sores high in the clouds, Images of life dancing before me.
Water surrounds me; I do not melt to mud. Winds blow harsh and still I stand.
Thoughts, prayers, hopes, dreams, joy, and sorrow are these not a part of me?
Dust… not me… I will not blow away without any trace of my existence.
I am unique… I affect everything I encounter as it affects me.
Laughter… tears… my life has purpose, it has meaning.
After I am gone the world will forever know I was here. I will have left it with a small piece of myself that will eternally carry on.
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