I dream of running
Running from something, some man
I wake up tired.
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In morning's quiet
I ask, I seek, I listen
And I hear Him speak.
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He paints a picture
Of a whole different life
Am I brave enough?
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The kids take over
My room is no longer mine
They are "camping out."
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Her sideways glances
And her upswept auburn hair
Make her beautiful
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Red peeks through the brown
I screwed up my hair color
Well, it is unique...
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Promises to keep
Hardest - the ones to myself
Integrity holds
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My best premise yet
Perhaps not fair to write it
But what if I'm right?
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