Goals
Breathe in... Ah, I'm choked I can't breathe again Tell me, how can I? Cause time isn't on my side I can't let all these tasks slide Nor these goals to die. Can I not breathe now till I'm done? Wait, what's with this anxiety This slavery yet we confess we're at Zion Hills. Sleepless nights, uneasiness Starvation, sickness Yet you say these goals have a future glowing. But the pressures are killing you slowly. STOP! Breathe in! And be your healing.
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