A lady bug, a lady bird,
Of life and luck, she does emerge.
A little boy, who believes her so,
Has hundreds of miles yet to go.
As he travels his time, his many pursuits,
She watches him move, his life is en route.
He finds the road, he winds his way through,
Life’s good times and bad, every day’s vibrant hue.
As the days near their end, when each breath is so hard,
He rests in the memories of his soulful heart’s scar.
He dreams back to the day when he held her in hand,
The day that she promised him the whole of the land.
The world is not his, nor would he want it, it’s true.
All he ever wanted in this world, love, is you.
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