Lord I come on bended knees
To ask of you pretty please
To fix the hearts that have gone wrong
Remove this world from the path it's on
I know everything according to your plan
But please Lord try and understand
We are only human with human minds
Music
Give me the beat boy to frrr my soul Music is life in its purest form May your music ring the tone That brings this wayward traveler homes
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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