I am not forgotten
Life gets busy it passes us by, sometimes it makes us feel like we cannot fly.
Burried in sorrow, lost in mistakes.
Grounded by fear or taken in shame.
My heart knows not is one forgotten.
Not one is unloved.
To get lost in your wonder, lost up above.
Take a stepback and all my heart breaths, is the name of the child.
The one who I am meant to be.
No longer lost.
No longer forgotten.
I have instead found a path, that covers my rotten.
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