My Mind
every night I rest my head,
I rest it sometimes on a bed,
my head is resting but my mind is racing,
my mind is going so fast I feel like pacing,
I have so much to think about,
so many problems, so many thoughts, sorry I'm not trying to pout,
but then I remember a person always there,
to help my mind calm down, to always care,
his name is God, he is like a vine,
their is a fruit inside him a fruit so luxe and fine
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