My Purpose

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Wednesday, 25 January 2012

There once was a little boy,

Who was sure he was right

So he climbed a mountain

And flew off it, like a kite

He searched for his answer

Enduring the difficulties of the flight

A lone & fragile star he was,

In the darkness of night

He seeked out his truth

Using up every ounce of his might

Until it seemed that all hope was lost

Fading, was the light

Maybe the little boy, was wrong

And all his enemies, right?

But then as the boy began to fall

Something amazing shone bright

And full of joy and wonder

The little boy, knew he was right

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