From brisk Idaho, oak treed Connecticut and lush green Oregon.
From what I don't know and what I'll come to knowing.
The depths of my mind where each idea spirals out through my pen.
My sisters laugh as she runs towards me.
From what I don't know and what I'll come to knowing.
My mother's love and my father's strength.
My sister's laugh as she runs towards me.
I'm from hurt but beauty comes from pain.
My mother's love and my father's strength.
My friend's friendship and trustworthy beings.
I'm from hurt bu beauty comes from pain.
The teachings of my beloved stepmother.
My friend's friendship and trustworthy beings.
The depths of my mind where each idea spirals out through my pen.
The teachings of my beloved stepmother.
From brisk Idaho, oak treed Connecticut and lush green Oregon.
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