Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Passion, pride, creativity , joy and youth

ink on paper

Tall as his pride he stood, with a face that angels could be jealous of. 
His hands were sculpture's heads large and strong.
He knew how to touch me like no ones else has. 
Passion, pride, creativity , joy and youth 
Was not our fault, was not our fault 
Your life will never be the same, my journey will never be the same 
Will soon cross paths again , I hope that when that happen we can push our pride aside. 

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