Friday, March 20, 2009

Diamond in the rough - From PB

I was there when the wind blew
My surface was rough, cold and dark
But when looked at carefully and struck in the right place, I shone with brightness
I was dull, dirty, and plain
But I didn't weather away; I remained faithful, loyal, and dedicated
I was heavy to bear but also provided a solid foundation
I used to be a rock
Have I become nothing but sand?
Have I slipping through the fingers of my love?
To be washed away into the salty sea of my tears?

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