Calm & Focus - Affirmation

 To ease the mind, to calm the storm. 

 To ease the mind, to calm the storm. 

 To ease the mind, to calm the storm. 

 To every qualm, they'll be no more. 

 To every qualm, they'll be no more. 

 To every qualm, they'll be no more. 

 The thoughts at hand are now at rest. 

 The thoughts at hand are now at rest. 

 The thoughts at hand are now at rest. 

 Today we will do our best. 

 Today we will do our best. 

 Today we will do our best. 

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