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Regina M. 11/18/10 block 2

Poetry with an Eraser This rode is anything but simple, twisted like a riddle, I've seen high and i've seen low. So loud the voice of all my doubts. They're telling me to leave town. But even so I had to believe that impossible means nothing to me. So can you lift me up? And change fear into courage, cause I have overcome more than words will ever say and I've been given hope that there's a chance waiting for me. And that a day will come when the fight has won, and I think that day has just begun!


poetry with eraser