I look in the mirror and what do I see but a scared
little girl who's been calling to me.
A singer, a dancer, a writer of rhyme,
who's been washed out to sea by a big wave of time.
She bobs on the wave as she swims for the shore
and keeps with the thought that it's just a few feet more
until her small feet will be planted on land
if only somebody would reach out their hand.
Sally 1999-2005

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