Mishaps happen
Opportunities avail
But I keep trying
Pushing for success as I’m crying
My husband is in jail
A expensive hostage situation
If you ask me
He was off to a great Future
when I’m broke
I just imagine his voice
As I read his mail
Just think of your life
Trapped in a box
Barely room to breathe
No animals to see
Frustrating just as intimidating
You would think
What’s worse than this
A bliss is far from how I feel
Thinking of the various scenarios
Gives me chills
Although the vast majority
Seems more focused on
If our love is real
To answer that
We are simply Devine

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