Pick Up My Pen Slow we are not sure It’s not for sympathy To venture with my pen For all the world to see Progress like a bud We open like a flower My instinct says I should My pen gives me power At times I can be shy Then open with my offerings Times of my uncertainties Yet sure comfort my pen brings I have written with some fun Those times I was dry eyed Pages do get divided On some that I have cried Those times of being sad When you feel like falling I often pick up my pen Then lifted,friends are calling HopeBirth sign: Not entered
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