Everyone has a little trouble sometimes,
Lost in a little large world.
Hold out your hand,
Grab mine.
We can be lost,
Together.
Face the future,
Forever.
As we walk together,
Wherever.
As long as theres,
sunny weather.
As our preconceived notions,
shatter.
And fall from the sky,
Like a Feather.
We are here,
Lost together.
Facing the future,
Forever.
© 2011 Timothy John Cody
© 2011 Timothy John Cody
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