The anticipation shoots through my soul
Thuds of my heart and world as a whole
The plan falls together but with hesitation
Back and forth of this presentation
The difference in the event starts to show
How can it come to be and no one know
Laughter from the crowd about a new Gift
Spirits fly around in fear and joy, They Lift
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
The anticipation shoots through my soul
Thuds of my heart and world as a whole
The plan falls together but with hesitation
Back and forth of this presentation
The difference in the event starts to show
How can it come to be and no one know
Laughter from the crowd about a new Gift
Spirits fly around in fear and joy, They Lift
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