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Following The Birds
Ballad from my dream
September.15.1995 / September-7-2013
*Updated 2.20.2014*
Trisha M. Hopkins
I
Im enjoying my walk along outside
Enjoying the warm morning sun
Small animals begin to scurry and hide
Finally my work is done
Here comes some beautiful birds
I see them out of the corner of my eye
I try my hardest to them
But they are too far up in the blue sky
I begin to follow
This ...
Monday 9th February 2015 12:16 am
The Day You Begin To Live
October-2-2000
Trisha M. Hopkins
The day you begin to live
Is the day you start to die
Things you see aren't what you believe
Even the first tear you cry
Is already the thing of the past
The hardest you try
You cant make the day last
The day you take your first breath
Is the day you gasp for air
Trying to figure out whats next
The sound of angels is what you hear
Bef...
Sunday 8th February 2015 11:35 pm
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