Where the river runs
In a castle 20 years ago I was born Crying was the only thing at the time I knew My parents struggled harder to shape me new Minding my business was the shape I adored I was taught how to live in papers Sayings, quotes and fear were saved on my pager As my soul keeps burning even deeper It keeps telling to only trust Almighty giver And get in the jungle to see where the river runs.
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