WingSpan Poetry Project



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She used to cry night in and night out
Wondering why in her relationship
She had so much doubt.

She learned how to live half alive
Wondering why she wouldn’t take the dive

Looking at a man who couldn’t even love
She wondered how life would be
if she was with God up above.

No more she thought, I want more
Something perfect, I know
I have in store

So she packed her bags and
buried her sorrow,

I’ll start all over, there’s always tomorrow.


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