Hair down
covering my eyes...
You see two little girls
Hand in Hand...
Looking through a box
I see myself...
Brady you’re a howling monkey,
Whooping and ranting...
I now speak of beauty
Of which no one can see...
Little words my mouth will leak,
But my heart feels so much more...
Tighter than squeezing into a box.
Each task we soundly beat...
Have you, ever wondered why,
You do, things to make me cry...
I'm so stressed out,
All the time...
Your thoughts and actions,
Seem to contradict...
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I don't know why I hide this from you...
In faith I know what you need,
Could it be so hard to believe...