The Language of My Mind

There's a language in my head

It tells me am not dead

I know I live, am alive

I'm made to survive.

 

Times have been bad

Some left me so sad

I know I live, am alive

I'm made to survive

 

This hope I have

The "Son" He gave

That's why I live, am alive

Will more than survive

 

If growing up is hard

I'll watch my guard

Cos the Son He gave

Gives hope I have

That's why I live, am alive

Will more than survive!

   

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