Shall I not believe im the chosen one
To bring forth love, discipline and happiness
Can you deny me my purpose
That is a tug-of-war you will not win
God holds sturdy every follicle in my life
My heart is never cold
My hands are always warm
Though my patience may grow old
It is something even I can not bare with
I take action, so I presume it to be a gift
To share amongst the world and not care what it has to give
William K. Butler
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