Some-Times my head is full of thoughts I can't get out.
Some-Times ny mind wonders when they flow what they will be about.
Some-Times my anger turns from guilt in to pain and my tears become the rain.
Some-Times the days move fast and nothing can get done.
Some-Times at the end of the day if I am standing I know I have won.
Some-Times my tears keep me going for I know I am alive every time my children smile.
Some-Times I think that I miss a part of my babies growing every time I blink.
My fears are of the world and began september the elleventh that is when I started thinking some-times.
Some-Times a tragedy is what makes us know every day we wake is a special day.

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