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The Song Within
Is a penny for your thoughts
Money well spent
Or is stating your opinion
A boring non -event
When its time for action
Do you procastinate
Is it always strike three
When you step up to the plate
Do you feel alone in a crowd
Do you ever fit in
And the game of life
Your finding hard to win
But you were created on purpose
Your not a mistake
From the day you were born
God held your fate
So dont let them tell you
That you dont belong
Hold your head high
And belt out your song.
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