Between Home and School, by George Chow
Maybe its an old sense.
Staying at home is having the days..
Mom's nurture the cute little me.
And I did treasure how to be clean.
Days like these only wonders the meal,
whats it like to taste the meat.
Then the school merge times,
the pressure made me cry.
That having lucks is a big thing.
I feel I am having a long bet.
This luck I one day gets enough.
Will I coaxing interwine the days and lucks,
for the fat i long look up to my mom,
and smile with my dad.
Or what i have learn from the world of schooling.
God's Son takes all heart to praise,
and to meet Him one day.
To receive God's true love in the given name of me.
And stay with what they call me is loved Amen.
|Posted: 2015-06-06 01:45:00 UTC|
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