With Admission Acquisitioned
You let a fishing for your mission...
Get out of hand,
And...
You let too many you would listen,
Take more a stand...
And,
'Something' inside you felt missing...
And then you ran,
Away!
You don't need permission,
To be,
Magic!
Turn on that ignition,
With admission acquisitioned.
You don't need permission,
To be,
Magic!
Turn on that ignition,
With admission acquisitioned.
You let a fishing for your mission...
Get out of hand,
And...
You let too many you would listen,
Take more a stand...
And,
'Something' inside you felt missing...
And then you ran,
Away!
When you entered on this Earth,
You were a miracle at birth...
And,
You don't need permission,
To be,
Magic!
Turn on that ignition,
With admission acquisitioned.
And,
You don't need permission,
To be,
Magic!
When you entered on this Earth,
You were a miracle at birth!
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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