. . . The truth behind her eyes is that she is just a little girl. Whose hand doesn’t need to be held, whose lips don’t need to be kissed. All she needs to feel is your arms around her, to know that she is safe.
Written on 12 October 2005 at 7:07 pm
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Up where they walk. Up where they run. Up where they stay all day in the sun. Wanderin' free. Wish I could be. Part of that world