So the words roll off yet lash out and the hard work doesn’t go unnoticed.
But what does all of the motion mean if it is never the main focus
?
There is madness behind everything we do and bravery in everything we go through.
Its not just the memories that keeps us reminded
.
You've had to grasp the concepts before the verbal became the gospel and the gestures became the evidence.
If you ever chose to listen to my word, I hope it will soon become your solace
.
When I used my mother earth branches to give you a hand, it was my life’s plan
.
Celebrate the daily with the rarity, hard work with leisure and the disgust with care
.
What they don’t recognize, please choose to understand and let it go
.
Through life’s power we share all that we have….don’t force it
.
My touch, I’ll earn it …..my words, I’ll never spin it
.
The pieces I will pick up leave stories on my palms .
The water I drink will open the kisses that are a will to love
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There is a reason for us to communicate while not leaving our credibility trained
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Until my resting lay, I’ll keep my lips painted and hands decorated.
