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Feet Don't Fail Me Now.....

Feet don't fail me now....
Even when my heart decides to let me down....
Heart please understand....
My life can't always be in your hands.

Feet don't fail me now....
Even when my mind can't understand the "how"...
You know you can make it...
Keep me going even when my mind can't take it.

Feet don't fail me now...
Even when all i see is doubt...
Just one step to keep me from falling back,
Just one step....that's all i ask


So many times i get those "i don't want to get out of bed "moments, just by  thinking of a whole 18 hours i will be spending wide awake!!!JEEZ!!You feel so drowsy you can't even think straight and the only emotion you feel is SLEEP!!!!Then my feet start curling up again followed by ignoring the snooze on my alarm,wishing i had 20 more minutes,wishing i had slept earlier to sleep more,wishing it was some public holiday,wishing that my alarm clock was way ahead of time.....the wish list could go on and on.....Funny thing is that my feet just slowly do their thing and the next thing i know is that am dragging myself out of bed.So i realized one thing...we all got magic feet!!! 


When i can't think straight,when i don't feel alright..i can always trust my feet to get me going.Moral of the story,..all it takes  is just a lil push out of our ownselves.We will always have a struggle to get out of our own doubts and reluctance to do something,but if we just do one tinsy bit of an effort we than realize that its not so bad after all....FEET DON'T FAIL ME NOW!!

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