I wake up to dreary skies And breakfast to sun beams Who knows what the hours may bring Time's a bumpy ride One thing I do know Love and joy survive Healing balm to soothe our wounds This road may surprise
I wake up to dreary skies And breakfast to sun beams Who knows what the hours may bring Time's a bumpy ride One thing I do know Love and joy survive Healing balm to soothe our wounds This road may surprise
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Lovely words, beautifully put, Ina.
thanks, Dale.
‘Time’s a bumpy ride.’ That’s a mouthful
Yes. Tighten your seat belt.
A lovely description of life’s up and downs Ina.
Thanks, Andrea.