I Am What I Need To Be poem
I'm a well. A deep, dark well.
I caught the teardrops as they fell
People often pass me by
Rarely do I get the eye
Yet I remain and still I try
I'm the grass. The greenest grass.
So many folks walk right on past
From time to time they mow me down
Yet I remain in every town
I'm a bird; a singing bird
Although my song's not always heard
And sometimes there's a stormy sky
Yet I still have the will to fly
You see these things which fill our days
Don't always get a voice of praise
Yet there they are and they remain
There's nothing more left to explain
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