An Apple a Day

April 13, 2014

You are my mission

You are my dream

The crumbling society.

My heart, my hands, reach to you

To help you learn

To help you back on your feet

To help you walk down that beaten path.

To brighten your life, and fill it with sweetness,

and to push you beyond your wildest dreams.

What I want,

All I really want,

is to help you.

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