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Let My Spirit Take Charge

I make it hard
When it seems so easy 
My mind blocking the words like a guard
Sometimes I give up saying I'm too busy

I need to take the guards down
Let my spirit take charge
And maybe I'll get the crown
Because all imagination is large

The guards don't seem to want me to reach my goal
So I let my spirit take charge
I fill the my heart and soul
Concentrating on my target

In the end I will win
Because I let my spirit take charge
I sit there with a dumb grin
Knowing my imagination is on the marge
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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