One day I’ll lie on the grass
And think of everything in the past.
Suddenly I will have the urge to cry,
But I will be content,
Because here I am,
Even after everything,
Just as I thought one day I would.
One day I’ll lie on the grass
And think of everything in the past.
Suddenly I will have the urge to cry,
But I will be content,
Because here I am,
Even after everything,
Just as I thought one day I would.
buildpoetry 
Very nice poem.
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