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If I cry alone, am I like the tree falling in the forest? Tentative shoots reaching up through the soil Green, tender, cautious, unsure.
the one that if there's no-one to hear it then does it make a sound? I was just beginning to learn as a gardener, other hands had not taught me; I had to find my own way.
Even when we wince in pain, We think it could get better, Deep down we know it can't, To them we do not matter.
Each and every day we live in fear, Could this be our last?
All I want is to love and be loved, Is that too much to ask? You're dying on the inside,and you have bad health. Plans to prosper you, not harm you plans to give you hope and a future. I love him so much, So I don't have the strength To walk right out the door. I wonder if this is how my life will be From now until I die.
At first you helped; you showed me how to support the young trees, so they would grow straight and strong, you brought new flowers to my garden and we planted together. But I could not maintain it and the weeds encroached.