Ordinary days, washing away
Blockades in the ocean
A little further each day
He had felt a different emotion
He loves to be confused
In all of his confessions
He says, "dear God, I won't refuse"
Just maybe give me some lessons
I cant run anymore, I have to fight
Stuck in the well, start the climb
There it is...the light
It was just me and my arms, just mine
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Poems Of Creatvity And Creation
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