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Gift/Curse

It's hard enough to wake up each day
And not see you by my side.
What a damn hard decision I can't
tell you how hard I cried.

A gift was given to me, at the right
place and time. Something I always
prayed for. I just realized it wasn't
mine.

I know I'll always reflect on this day
My broken heart and a life of regret.
It always seems your first scar, Is
the one you never forget.

Days go by, and the pain gets
worse, I wonder why I fell so hard?
My heart, my soul, my thought
stiffens, Were you really my first
curse?

That gift from God placed in my
hands, I wanted to open so fast.
The rest of my life Will be filled
with sadness. On that gift, I had
to pass.

A Gift Revisited

As time passes on, And night
becomes day. The words that I used
to screw up, Become easier to say.
That gift from God, Placed in my
hands, Is now easier for me To
understand.

Here with my life, Read like an open
book. Tracing right and wrong
decisions, The paths that I took.
They somehow all lead... To a warm
June day, When I discovered the gift,
For which I had prayed.

If you love something... Set it free.

If you love something so much... Let it be.

Let that gift develop and grow. It will
find its way, back to home.

Years before, I thought I was a man.
After opening my gift early, I see I'm
only half a man. So I wrap my gift
back up, And put it away. For when
I grow up, That gift will come back...
My way.

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