When it’s cold,
She keeps me warm.
She clears my mind,
When bad thoughts form.
She’s there for me,
Through good times and bad.
She cheers me up,
Anytime I feel sad.
She’s so beautiful,
Even as a mixed child.
Many try to fight her down,
Saying she’s too wild.
Her sound is sometimes upbeat,
Or it could be groovy.
Always having a great time,
And never too moody.
I’ve loved her since I was born,
And will never stop.
But she need more respect,
To take her to the top.
She’s called Soca
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