My gypsy heart has been left broken
Even if the evening sky still opened
Would you be there waiting for me?
A nomad man, so wild and free Waiting is the hardest part, you cannot love like a roaming lark who cannot fly and cannot flow cannot stay, has to go.

I will often search the sky and find a sweet memory of me and you
When you see the moon and Venus I hope you remember me too
Come home is all you could say
Maybe tomorrow or another day
When I am sure and certain
Of no more tears or hurtin’

Much Love 💜 Much Life


I am Joy I am content I am patient I am love I am free, fabulous and fit. I am all these things and so much more. I am struggle I am hopelessness I am sad I am endurance I am a warrior I am a princess I am my Father's daughter I am a survivor of loss of hurt of pain. I am encouragement I am influence I am Joy.

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