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Fearless (Louis Toliver Jr)


Every morning that I wake up

I am fearless!

As I smile and eat my breakfast

I am fearless!

When I go outside to tell my neighbor “Good Morning!”

I am fearless!

I sing in my car and drive on time for work

I am fearless!

Every day a fast car dangerously cuts in front of me

I am fearless!

I wave that soul right across the lane

I am fearless!

I know that greedy souls are never on time

I am fearless!

 “Bye-Bye Negavity?” I say. “Doesn’t exist to me.”

I am fearless!

 “BAM!” Gone. My optimistic soul is still here.

I am fearless!

Let’s forget all that drama
We’re not a part of that cast
We are excited to help each other
What a wonderful time to enjoy

Today is our day, especially tomorrow
We have enough time and more
The beginning has been generous
Our story is no where near over

Lets go. Let’s chant. Join me.

I am fearless!
We are fearless!

I am fearless!
We are fearless!

I am fearless!
We are fearless!

I am fearless!
We are fearless!

I am fearless!
We are fearless!

We are fearless!

We are fearless!

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