What Makes. . . .
By Treas
What makes: the sun shine things mine the world go around voices have sound tears form in my eyes full lakes start to dry the wind still blow trees and plants grow a persons day a person decide to pray a rainbow form a rainbow come after a storm someone really sad someone mad a truth a lie someone feel like they should die important things dead things go unsaid faith into sorrow us put things off til tomorrow things give a sign things rhyme my life worth living it happy when it's sad it better when I'm mad it a life at all For me. .It's you.:) Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 12:30 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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