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A Case of The Fears
Chicken Soup is good for a cold Sleep is good for the Flu When I get a case of the Fears What is a person to do? It is not bacteria Although it can eat away my soul It is not a virus Yet, it can keep me from feeling whole I know what will do the trick, What will put me back on top, A great big bowl of Ice Cream Will really hit the spot That was great and now I am done One bowl just won't do If one is good, then more is great And now I have eaten two. Bowls three, four, five and six Came and then they went I think my case of the fears are fixed Look at how my time was spent I am getting sleepy It is time to go to bed My fears are no longer in my stomach Now they are in my head I close my eyes and I can see The Fears I want to kill I will do, whatever it takes To keep the monsters still. When I rise to greet the day My fears are rising too I know I need a friend right now Whatever will I do? I walk into the kitchen And Open the freezer door I stop myself and think real hard I have been here once before. I grab a seat in my comfy chair And reach over for the phone What will I say, if you are there? I can hear a dial tone. I enter all your numbers You answer right away You sit and listen, as I speak You said I would be ok. We say good-bye and I start my day I knew I had been wrong I start to read and then to pray To keep me feeling strong. If you are like me then you will see That the fears, they come and go Be the person you were meant to be Let your feelings show.
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