Sometimes

There's a way that I feel
Way down deep in my soul.
It's been there my whole life
Though it seems to come and go.

It hides behind music
And pictures and things.
Perhaps you have felt it
and know what it means.

I wish I could share
The passion I took
From gifts shared by God
To those who would look.

I saw my future pass by
In one fleeting dream,
Reached out my hand
And stretched out the seam.


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