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There is an undercurrent of frustration

Running deep down within me,

It leaves my stomach knotted and tried

Sometimes during these moments I want to cry,

I cannot hold back and I cannot lie

The frustrations that see my hopes and dreams die,

No matter how much I rise it’s no surprise

That others who hide behind their own disguise,

Do whatever they can to destroy my hope

Thinking somehow I won’t be able to cope,

But they’re wrong because that frustration drives me

It stokes the fires so hot it’s hard to believe,

Anything could possibly stop me,

My hopes and dreams are rooted in love and peace

And I refuse to let them get out of my reach,

This frustration inspires everything

I will not let these dreams therefore die within me.