And I'll sing as loud as I want.
And do my sing song singing dance up and down and back again.
Finding my way and losing it every now and then.
But never all and not for long.
I am here.
A whisper growing to a scream
And no longer a question.
Grounded and growing.
No one prunes my foliage.
My tip toe roots go deep.
All the way down.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

ALL