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Cymone


 

Crafted hands of clay

I will be someone big someday

Flashing lights, clapping hands

My symphony plays since I am the band

 

Cymone

My show

My love

My home

 

Speaking the truth on life

Ladies perspective

Knowing we are strong

Proclaiming we are strong

 

Money holds us all back

In all shapes and all forms

It loves to give my family pain

Almost torn apart by currency

 

I can be big

I have the potential

I know my steps

Guided by the light of God

 

Can it be so close yet so far away?

I want to breathe life into deflated hopes and dreams

Give inspiration to the world

Let people know that it is okay to feel

 

Hardly living

Only surviving

Help me Lord

You know the way

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