Hope
The beautiful sky;
A strong blowing breeze;
The glittering sunrise;
The wind in the trees.
The voices all carry
On wind, far away.
I open my window
And breathe in the day.
All that was yesterday
Is not what's today;
And all that's tomorrow
Is so far away.
A step at a time;
I've steadied my pace.
'Jumping the guns
Wont win you the race.'
I'm changing my ways.
I'm determined this time.
After all said and done
My future is mine!
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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