1.25.2016

Different

I am different in my life
and I don’t know how.

What do I do?
All the banks are closed right now
but I need to know
and I am different.

How do I fit in?
How do I get out of this place?

Original verses sung by my daughter when she was perhaps six years old, scribbled down by me and forgotten, recently unearthed. Perfect.

2 comments:

  1. Wow, another soulful writer on her way. So wonderful. At first I thought it was yours and was thinking I feel the same way. Even more amazing, the wisdom of being six.

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    1. The part about the banks being closed cracks me up. But wow, I can remember hearing her sing this one day, a few years ago now, and being just blown away by what she was expressing. I had to scribble it down and stuck it in a drawer, not wanting her to realize I was listening so intently. So glad now that I did!

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