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The Great Voice

 

The Great Voice

Written by David Caprea

When you glow like a Christmas tree,
Unleashing your imaginations to a world so free,
The joy of fulfillment and passion on it,
It brings oceans close, with will and grit,

Love is clean when the right person comes,
Like the ocean sky, a dream of hopes,
Spring to the world, the star you are meant to be,
With the wavering joy, you have found from me,

Let your passion speak to ears ready to hear,
Release your beast, a fire so rare,
And when the voice comes for you,
Be proud of it, for it is what you do,

Say to yourself, I was made to rule,
Conquer doubt, a plague which hunts you,
Speak to yourself, your inner fire!
And see how your passion lifts you higher.

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