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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