Inner Wisdom
An old friend, visited me, this morning,
she stops by, when some things,
are just not right.
I'm never sure, when she coming,
but she wakes me & tells me,
to look into her eyes.
Well when I was a kid,
I used to run from her,
when I was a child,
I used to hide.
But now, as a woman,
I listen, and look straight into her eyes,
Because I have gotten to know her
She's my personal inner wisdom, I finally realize.
she stops by, when some things,
are just not right.
I'm never sure, when she coming,
but she wakes me & tells me,
to look into her eyes.
Well when I was a kid,
I used to run from her,
when I was a child,
I used to hide.
But now, as a woman,
I listen, and look straight into her eyes,
Because I have gotten to know her
She's my personal inner wisdom, I finally realize.
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