When the dark closes in and the air is tight.
When I walk alone and away from the light.
When help is a word screaming in the night, no voice, no sight just silence so dark so blind.
I stay on my grind, I blaze to unwind.
The haze dissappears an my fears appear,
I am I am.
Damn! I am the keeper of my secret, I am the guardian of my heart,
I am I am
All that was said I could not be
As you see, no if's, no buts,
No fear, No Failure, just Grit and Guts.
For I am I am, more than enough, built rough and tough.
Yes, I am I am
I am Me,
I am He,
I am She.
I am We.
& I AM A Child of Africa, You See.
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Author:
GershWrites (
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- Published: April 22nd, 2022 20:45
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