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Pressure
When the pressure is too much for me to go on
I hear the voice of the divine breaking through the storm
Telling me to never give up and to keep pushing on
A diamond is coal in its rarest form
Pressure makes it the beautiful jewel that it's known as
I will not let the pressure break me
Instead I will continue to stay strong
Because I know that I will shine like a diamond
Once the pressure has subsided and the storm is gone
If the divine is for me who can be against me?
Written by Edwin Freeman
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