The Desire To Do Something
About Passion
A passion I have, never fails me
A longing inside that never sleeps
An obsession that takes my breath away
It captivates my thoughts and runs deep
It's a need that no one can control
A desire I must answer to
My heart is filled with wild ambition
No limit to the things I can do
It never dims in the darkness
This fire, my energy so true
A purpose so great, I'll do whatever it takes
My dedication never falters, no matter what comes through
My passion lights my world up
It's what makes my life worthwhile
This undying fire deep in my soul
Is the fire that I will always seek to light.
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Hamza Shafiq
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