There haven’t been many things, which I was so sure
It happened one day when I was in pain
My life seemed so hopeless completely insane
I was truly about to go out of my mind
When I sat down to write my feeling and find
The words that came out actually rhymed
There would be words…. I didn’t know what they meant
But I’d look them up and sure enough they would fit
I don’t know exactly where this talent comes
But I do know the credit’s not mine
I just write them down that’s what I do
I just let this inter voice come through
That is it that is all
I am a poet and it’s my call
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