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Saturday’s song

You are quiet grace.

You hide determination.

You are what everyone wants

And something of your own creation.

A thousand eyes press into your face,

Five hundred needs are met.

And even when the stares wear thin,

Your smile lingers yet.

Lucky us who call you friend,

And he who loves you so.

Lucky them with the family tag

And the careers you help to grow.

So keep your quiet grace.

Don't sway your determination.

You are all you could ever want.

A force of pure creation. 

© ThatGirlWhoWracts 2011