I know I’ll be OK without you
But my prayer is to be great with you
If only you’d try as much as I do
Now I’m stuck trying to decide
Should I settle for just OK with you
Or leave and be great without you
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
I know I’ll be OK without you
But my prayer is to be great with you
If only you’d try as much as I do
Now I’m stuck trying to decide
Should I settle for just OK with you
Or leave and be great without you
Great post 🙂
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Thank you!
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