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I Awake To Bed It But Once More

When I awake each morning with fear and fight I see the morning's light So I know that I am blessed to have made but one more night You see although I struggle with fear while it is light My terror haughty me day and night This devil is worst without the light She claws within the realms of the soul where fear lives and doubt hides no place for peace or excape just waiting for the light Although I am but not alone in my plight for fear is she a might fight She brings but our own truths against us and make them bigger than they are She wiill make us weaker than we really are so fight Heed my warning stay strong stronger longer she will take flight Before morning's light I too hope this will be mine soon

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