07 Saturday Nov 2020
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And one day all of this will end
And all the pain will go away
The days that in our hands we held
Will take their flight and set us free
And I will watch you rise once more
And hope that you will take my hand
These days we grew within our hearts
Will take us deep into our dreams
And one day all the clouds will clear
And all the things we ever saw
Will shower down before our eyes
These days we hold within our hands.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020
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Beautiful. I love the images and the rhythm.
Thank you, I appreciate you reading and leaving your thoughts.
You’re welcome!
Wow, Chris. So well-penned.
Thank you – I’m so pleased that you think so.
So beautiful. In the end, it’s not the physical things that matter, is it? It’s the moments, it’s love, it’s friendship. Just moments.
I couldn’t agree more, Tara. Thanks!
Wonderful, Chris. Structure creates a compulsive read with a strong voice. Full of hope. There can be a better world…
I really like your positive interpretation of this, Rachael – and re-reading it I get it completely. And yes, it is in our power to make a better world. Thank you so much.
Yeah 🙂 -)