Dere''s A Luxury In
Self-Reproach,
Whn V Blame
Ourselves,
V Feel Dath No One Else
Has A Rite 2 Blame Us.
Its d Confession, Not
The Priest, Dat Gives
Us Absoluti
Sumday Evrything ''Ll
All Make Perfect
Sense
So 4 Now
Laugh @ The Confusion
Smile Through Tears
And
Keep Reminding
Yourself
Dat
Evrything Happens For
A Reason .. (:
Tiny drops of water
Little grains of sands
Make the mighty Oceans
And the pleasant Lands
And the passing moments
Humble though they be
Make the mighty ages of Eternity
