here i go again
blowing in like the wind
yeah writing my emotions down
like a clown
who only frowns
on the inside
yeah it's so wild
how a smile
can hide so much
but i have yet to lose touch
of the real me
but i don't let many see
or do i?
well maybe when i cry
through a pen
which a win
in my book
yeah take a look
or a drink
at this brook
designed by The Divine
so i'm fine
and growing
like a vine
yeah i can produce wine
or juice
yeah i love being put to use
by God
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