Deanza L. WalwynBowrin Biography

I am on a mission for greatness… greater than any man/woman could imagine…
My soul craves perfection from my ancestors who stood before me…
I stand tall and erect… my confidence emanating…
Honing my tools of intelligence to hold power in my hands…
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If my tears could tell a story
They would show you all my joys and my pains
The droplets that I cried, when I was feeling lonely
The ones that fell, when you were to blame
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For all it’s worth, I save your voice, the one that made me smile each time.
Incandescent words you used to describe, your feelings on life.
Should I have listened, should I have listened, should I have felt the crime?
With it, I guess not, things will stay like this. But I dream in your voice.
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Deep breaths, blurred thoughts, emotional blunders
Look at all the trouble you brought
With just one touch we both lost control
Our lips locked, and our tongues rolled
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I am on a mission for greatness… greater than any man/woman could imagine…
My soul lingers for perfection from my ancestors who stood before me…
I stand tall and erect… and I exude confidence from the greatness I seek…
Honing my tools of intelligence to be in the capacity; well, of me…
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