I am filled with joy.
And filled with fear.
Of the decision that I make appear.
Weither right or wrong.
The choice is made.
Good or Bad,
I hope it makes my day.
I want to feel my freedom expressed,
So I can pray and get every burden off my chest.
Yet, there is nothing to hold onto.
Its been given to the most high,
Now, all those old feelings I felt can die.
It's hard to let of things, I say,
But I need to let go,
And grow mature each day.
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