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Growth of a Man

Each and every time, when I look up above,
I see clouds, clouds and clouds in the sky
Happy ones, those who shines,
But mostly sad ones, those who cries,

And when they cry their tears starts to fall down,
Pummeled to the ground, into the soil of esse which starts to grow, grow and grow,
Flowers, that blooms and the grass turns softly green,
All from tears falling from the sadly clouds,

So why,
Why is it so harch, to let someone lay down and cry, cry and cry their souls out?

Let´em cry,
Let´em grow.




Fri vers av David Roiha
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Publicerad 2022-07-28 19:53



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