Abnormal Advantage
As I open my eyes to start my day
A dark cloud filters me and the words I say
This spirit originates from my unholy brain
It resides within me and has no real name
It makes me sad and or afraid
Of things that are not meant to be that way
But when I need a push for a brand new start
Or need to inspire a heart to heart
This hindrance becomes my ultimate strength
And helps me help others feeling this way
So when my dark cloud comes into view
And I don’t know how to move on and push through
I morph my dark cloud into my own bright light
To shine for myself and others familiar fight
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