Just another draft that I wrote down as it came in to my mind, don’t expect much…
I don’t call myself a writer.. I just write.
I sit and wonder
Why the world’s so tough
How every detail is so rough
Yet when sewn together is a perfect fit
It is wonderful, one must admit.
Created in unison, so nothing could part
Something so deep, it always melts my heart
How when you examine each detail
Your eyes couldn’t see
The perplexity of it… for us, for free.