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Somewhere mixed between that moment of first seeing you
and the moment the first word was put on this paper
I realized my strength becoming my weakness
I felt joy sipping from the same cup as fear
My happiness even shed a tear
I laid on the clouds and looked up into the ocean
The moon burned my eyes
and the sun kissed me so softly
My son called me grandson
and he told me about his past
The good ol days of when
Barak Obama was the king of jazz
The roots of pine trees were reaching up to heaven
and the stars were bottled up in jars
Blind men were running races
and the prize for victory was scars
My words chose me wisely
My prayers sent me up above
to enter into a room of confusion
and realize that I was just in love...with you!
and the moment the first word was put on this paper
I realized my strength becoming my weakness
I felt joy sipping from the same cup as fear
My happiness even shed a tear
I laid on the clouds and looked up into the ocean
The moon burned my eyes
and the sun kissed me so softly
My son called me grandson
and he told me about his past
The good ol days of when
Barak Obama was the king of jazz
The roots of pine trees were reaching up to heaven
and the stars were bottled up in jars
Blind men were running races
and the prize for victory was scars
My words chose me wisely
My prayers sent me up above
to enter into a room of confusion
and realize that I was just in love...with you!
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