I question decisions past
And empathize with the duress
Under which they were made
If I could do it all again
I would love that child
In so much pain
It will never be washed away
But we can be glad
That tomorrow promises
A brand new day
I question decisions past
And empathize with the duress
Under which they were made
If I could do it all again
I would love that child
In so much pain
It will never be washed away
But we can be glad
That tomorrow promises
A brand new day
Poems and Petals 
That’s it! “But we can be glad / That tomorrow promises / A brand new day.” That’s the spirit that drives you on!
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I agree, pain isn’t washable, but the new dawn is always on the horizon.
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Awesome piece!
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Yes indeed! Thank god for each day starting a new. x
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I know! Thanks for your comments 😊
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