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I was going through the year feeling just fine, while writing my rhymes. Not a worry not a care, nothing to bear. Then here comes spring such a wonderful thing, didn't have an idea of what it would bring. I believed, it would be outstanding. I didn't know it would be so demanding.

I though, through this year I would cruse but instead I was singing the blues because I couldn't see what was ahead of me. One thing happened then another, I had to look for cover. So I started to look for advice, in the same place, can lighting strike twice? Something's trying to put me down, I mean, down for the count.

But I keep getting a strong feeling that says, you have to get back in the mount. Grab the horse by the reins, don't let it put you to shame and it can also drive you insane. So to The Lord I prayed, or down I would have stayed, Yes I would, but GOD IS GOOD.

Now have you ever tried something with all your heart but you kept coming up short. You try and you try it wont come out right, even though you try with all your might and you don't want anyone to see that you're uptight. So you walk around with a false grin because you want to feel exalted among men.

Deeper and deeper you start to sink, you pick up a smell, it's your life and it stink. 
But you hold your head up to show your're grown, you got backbone and you can't let anyone see that you feel so alone, so you walk around lost, like the rest of the clones.

Then you listen to people from every place, but everything you try slaps you hard, right in the face. Now I am writing this because it come to me and these things I have been through, it got to the point where I prayed, Lord I really need you. I was at the end of my rope in total despair, I though it couldn't get any worse and up jumped a Grizzly Bear. That should have been all she wrote, Yes it should.
GOD IS GOOD.

*MilMan*
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