My passion looks like a sun ready to rise
Spreading every inch of itself for the world to feel
It's a passion that is fearful and scared
Afraid to fall beside itself
To be covered underneath the brush of fate and destiny
If I have to be honest, my passion runs through my veins and courses with love
It becomes apart of me on a wide road ready to breathe new air
It reaches arms high steady to like redwoods
It causes me to see, to feel, and live
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
My passion looks like a sun ready to rise
Spreading every inch of itself for the world to feel
It's a passion that is fearful and scared
Afraid to fall beside itself
To be covered underneath the brush of fate and destiny
If I have to be honest, my passion runs through my veins and courses with love
It becomes apart of me on a wide road ready to breathe new air
It reaches arms high steady to like redwoods
It causes me to see, to feel, and live
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