The things that I love
Tamyka Bell
Are flocking back to me;
Wanting to see me,
Watching me glow,
Wanting to touch me
To feel that I'm real.
I will acknowledge your beliefs
But not claim they are true.
The sun can pour down upon you like rain
And the rain can sear your flesh like fire.
The boundaries grow ever thinner, weaker;
The beautiful ones come to bear witness,
And the things that I love return once more.
03-05 September, 2004
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