Breathe one more time....
As you pick up those toys strewn on the floor,
The unfolded newspaper, its edges flipping ready to fly,
The cushions needing you to fluff them back,
The drooping flowers on the table needing your touch....
Just breathe one more time.
As you rush to turn off the overflow in the kitchen,
Running back to pick the rings of the phone,
Then rushing to turn the bath water off from overflow,
Turning to the door to attend the unstoppable rings,
Just breathe one more time.
As you pack a special treat for those relationships ,
Picking up all the little needs of everyone on a day out,
Catering to needs of everyone around and far,
And putting your own needs afar and perhaps last,
Just breathe one more time.
You owe so much more care to your own self first,
Pamper, rest the tired soul and hurting feet,
Shut your eyes, lie down and let the world go by,
Hold your aching heart and sing a love song to it and....
Breathe just one more time.
As you pick up those toys strewn on the floor,
The unfolded newspaper, its edges flipping ready to fly,
The cushions needing you to fluff them back,
The drooping flowers on the table needing your touch....
Just breathe one more time.
As you rush to turn off the overflow in the kitchen,
Running back to pick the rings of the phone,
Then rushing to turn the bath water off from overflow,
Turning to the door to attend the unstoppable rings,
Just breathe one more time.
As you pack a special treat for those relationships ,
Picking up all the little needs of everyone on a day out,
Catering to needs of everyone around and far,
And putting your own needs afar and perhaps last,
Just breathe one more time.
You owe so much more care to your own self first,
Pamper, rest the tired soul and hurting feet,
Shut your eyes, lie down and let the world go by,
Hold your aching heart and sing a love song to it and....
Breathe just one more time.
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