each word I speak

 


knowing where to begin I look up

into the sky painted before eyes

pretty as the day I sung my first song

singing to lily as I jumped up for joy and out of the womb

knowing I could sing lullaby's answering some whys

being the X factoring me long

did you capture my smirk as you play 

following the signs telling me I belong

holding onto so graceful too

tapping and scratching for the beat to screech

as I celebrate the ones who free my heart

while God fulfills his purpose through pretty you

how happy I am says Father to Son 

brighten my day like you do everyway

with each word I speak love you





 






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