The Word
The most precious items
To survive
Are actually not items at all.
No cell phone, skinny jeans,
Lip gloss or car.
Materialistic objects come and go.
The Word is all I need
To survive.
It strengthens my mind,
My heart and soul
I take it with me,
Everywhere.
Think I can’t live without it?
A tragedy, a blessing,
In good times and bad
The Word is all I need.
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