Iron Control
Sometimes I Seem to Forget
How Valuable I Can Be.
I Let Things Drag Me down
Along with Opinions of Me.
As Long as I Have No Desire,
To Fulfill Dreams of My Own,
Then There's Nothing I Can't Do
As Long as My Needs Leave Me Alone.
I'm Glad My Own Wants Are Gone,
Now I Can Do What I Feel Is Right
I Fought with Me for Awhile
But I've Finally Won the Fight
I Buried My Selfish Streak
Way down Deep in My Soul.
And I Pray with All My Heart
That I Can Keep this Iron Control.
This Is Not the First Time
That Myself Escaped and Came Out,
Wanting and Needing Happiness,
And Taking Me on the Wrong Route.
But You Can Bet Your Last Dollar
It Won't Happen Anymore.
No One on this Earth
Will Ever Come Through My Closed Door.
Connie Moore
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Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2013
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