I'm in constant fear
Of a driving
Course,
That leads me outwards,
Away from where I can stay.
My words are no less than a whisper,
And I crave
A brighter confidence
That fulfills all
I'd like to say.
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| I've grown into a relative dismay. I'm in constant fear Of a driving Course, That leads me outwards, Away from where I can stay. My words are no less than a whisper, And I crave A brighter confidence That fulfills all I'd like to say. |
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