It doesn’t take much now, to wobble my spirit,
In the smallest ways.
It’s usually fear,
That takes my heart and plays.
A gripping, vice like, tension,
A furrow in my brow.
I want to be light again quickly,
But some times I don’t know how,
To sufficiently erase the heaviness,
That descended with the fear.
I do know that for you I must.
You deserve a love of cheer.
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