Breathe
where's there's a will there's a way
or is that just something they say
when your pushed to your limits everyday
quckly get sick of the world
and the games that get played
but we live in a world made of paper machet
what can you do when you don't have a clue
your only thought is just making it through
take a deep breath and here's what you do
rewind yourself refind yourself refine yourself
unwind yourself define yourself
and you'll find yourself
Copyright © Eugene Lacour | Year Posted 2010
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