Laurie hill - Careless

Careless call me, for I'd lost, the dream that kept my smile.
Beaten by the shattered hopes, that littered every mile.
Slower still the footsteps tread, from youths immortal pose.
Grasping still but holding just, the thorns that shield the rose.

Laurie hill

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