There’s nothing wrong with my life.

It’s what I make it, absent, of worry and strife.

On that day I finally found me.

It’s the day I became all I can be.

  Believing first in me now.

I asked God am I worthy of thou.

Suddenly realizing I’m a King.

Anyone listening could hear me sing.

You ask what did I sing a song.

 Yes being sure no one could say I was wrong.

You wondered how long my song would be?

It was my secret therefore only me.

Now I ponder my truth I create.

One thing was for certain there’s no debate.

I knew what I wanted that was for sure.

Much to my surprise the thing I wanted was in fact, the cure.

by Joshua Cobb










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