My ways are not your ways Lord
My thought are not your thoughts
The life I live is not my own, but when
My vision is blurred at best
My motives are shot
Laid dead like bodies that rot
When can I see again?
When will the light shine through the cloud
Soon, I hope
Joy is hope in the Lord
Joy comes in the morning
It's been a long night
2 comments:
You got Rick Roll'd!
where is that from?
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