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I got a blank page waiting for me

to write these words

but the echo in my head

is in too deep.

I got my key to the door

and my feet are just waiting to hit the floor

with my head in the sky

I keep waiting for my soul to fly.

I got my fingers out of the glove

trying to figure out what is enough

of this life, but there is no limit

no matter how much you race it.

I got my mind on this line

and these words are mine

as clear as the night

so I will stand to fight

because if there's time to rhyme

I'll line it up with life...

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