I don't wear a watchImperfections fade to black
telling me all the time.
No need for a compass to navigate
When I look to my right
I know which course is mine to take.
Each step forever intertwined
makes it clear to see.
Those in my family sleeve
get only the best of me.
No map tells where I'm going
Letters on me plot my course to center
every time...
Broken scars, elegantly beautiful, typed with intention.
My life's story begins on my soul and extends to my right.
I don't wear a watch..
I know the second to the minute
Give only my best is my tribute.
If you look to my right
you will
see it all so clear.
Miracles carried on the wings of an angel..
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