Life winds in many connected strands,
Most controlled by other hands,
We’re often pulled this way and that,
Minds changing like the drop of a hat.

Their expectations running high,
We can only strive and try,
Comes a time we clearly see,
This is not a life meant for me.

The things that matter beyond and above,
A family rooted in perfect love,
And in your safe and guiding hands
Lay life’s many connected strands

Liz Grant writes with Second Wind Productions.

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