This is my’s passion, the thing that I loves most
I does it for the love, not for the chance to brag and boast
This is my’s skill, the thing filled with love
The one and only time I’m is not unjustly judged
This is my’s breath that I breathes
The one and only thing I does with graceful ease
This is my’s peace; my’s inner solace comes from here
With this I wipes away all of my’s infantile fears
This is me’s, why must you try to destroy?
This that brings me’s happiness, solitude, and God given joy
This is what molds me into being her very best me that me can be
Each moment I does this, I is what is being set free
This is the beat, which comes thudding from my’s heart
Each step is always as exciting as the beginning of the first start
This is the wind within my’s ears while she sends calming whispers to I
Pushing my forward, and wiping away the tears when I begins to cry
This is the trotting of my’s feet taking prancing steps as I goes
With little doubt and plunging into only what God knows
This is the water beneath my’s boat, swaying so beautifully
The pushing and pulling that I, I’m, my, and God gives me
This is my’s passion, the greatest skill I know
For I, nor I’m nor me nor my, with God, will never let go
For this is my’s passion.