Your guiding hand
Your shoulder to cry on,
Somebody for you to lean on.
I want you to see that I'm always here.
I'll never be your judge or jury
Because I don't care.
Your guiding hand
Your shoulder to cry on,
Somebody for you to lean on.
I want you to see that I'm always here.
I'll never be your judge or jury
Because I don't care.
This is a poem that i wrote.
ReplyDeleteI changed the poem from the first one because i bolded some words because they mean a lot
so you change things to make it better