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LET GO!!! yells my brain my heart still just hangs on to that one little strings my hands left with tears and blood dripping from the wounds but still I clinge tightly still I think I can make it better
The light of the Lord Shines within me. Where I was once broken He mended me, When I felt alone He was always with me. When I was lost and hurting He took me by the hand,
As I lay down to sleep, I know The Lord loves His sheep. I am lucky to have the previlege to be awake, I know my birth was not a mistake. You see, angels watch me through the night,
Enslaved by thought so I carry the tale with worn feet, My kind was contained to cultivate something sweet. Sugar cane working, Rays from the sun start to sting- My ancestors with worn feet wished for fresh wings.
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