Most days I fail, but some days I succeed. Everyday I want,but some days I need.
When I crumble, like the bread’s crust, my life crackles and all that’s left is trust.
To trust me when I let them down, to believe once again in the seed they’ve sown.
Believe me if you can, I’m not yet a man.
I’m merely a boy of twenty, there’s still life left aplenty.
There’s a lot of life to live, a lot of love to give.
I am a hopeless hopeful, your love makes my life “so full” .

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