Whenever Dust covers my Desk
Imaginary people misplaceing their Belongings
How can I Erase it Away never to return
Do you ever think maybe your parents don’t give up enough good things?
Like your mother gave her body to house you, she gave her time and tears.
But maybe parents don’t give up enough of their pride?
“Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”
King James Version
The stapler sits there in front of me.
It's far that it does not talk to me.
Red the stapler is there still.
I’m like the wind carefree I’m like a breeze gentle
I’m like dust I fade away with time I’m like water refreshing I’m like rain somber I’m like the sun a guiding light I’m like The moon bright I’m