Sometimes I cry

And it is so easy

And sometimes I withhold

For that is just me

But I find that when sad

Or feeling out of the norm

I sit and write

And the feeling is warm

Encouraged  by friends

I can write about any ol' thing

And then when the dark lifts

I sometimes sing

But I always give praise

To the Heavens above

For no matter where I am

I know I am loved

Written by Debi Fisher

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