Laurel Rodman Losing ThingsAll the things you have, you lose The things they take away Big or small You lose it all It happens every day
Sometimes it’s taken from your hands And leaves you grasping at the air White knuckled fists And straining wrists Until your heart begins to tear
Sometimes is fades from in your gaze Like sunset steals the light You watch it go The sun dips low And slowly comes the night
What you lose you lose for good You leave what’s left behind No more to take But for your sake I hope there’s something you can find
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