4 long year, 4 long years

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I graduated in 2010, wondering where I belong. I couldn't kick it

I tried teaching english to those who don't speak it

I tried the fast pace world of shippin' it in logistics

I tried therapy for those who are autistic

 

I yelled to God " Where do I belong?" 

for four long years, four long years

I cried out  "I can't do this anymore!"

for four long year, four long year

God, "show me the way, even Paul was a tent maker"

 

helpin it, speakin it, workin it, 

Speech-Language Pathology in-it

"is this the way I should go, God ?"

He lit my path with fire-flies on the left and the right

 

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