Saint
I Ain't.
My
path is not,
Clearly
marked,
Defined,
straight lined,
Besides;
I don't mind.
For
doing what is,
Feels
right,
Will
be its own reward.
Of
it I don't,
Get
bored.
To
be,
A
better man,
Doing
only what,
I
can, no plan,
I
give a damn.
Showing
myself,
Others
too,
It's
possible to be,
Ultimately
happy.
For
I know,
Healthy
glow,
Comes
from way below,
As
and when,
I
let my love flow.
And
this will,
Be
my aim,
Much
more than,
Winning
any fame.
As
true as true,
Can
be,
My
hopes to see,
So
much love,
Always
and forever free.
Shared
with you,
And
me,
Tenderly,
so perfectly,
Love
that perfect be....
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