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When I was a little girl, I would pray. With my eyes wide open and my head tilted back in wonder, Struggling to soak up every ounce of happiness and sunshine I could
Far away over roaring seas, or mountains of mystery, war rages through countless pages, both fiction and history. Beneath the cover reality fades and colors emerge in place.
there will come a time when all is lostwhen there is nothing left worth the risk because you will lose anywayswhen you are so outnumberedwhen you feel you will die & no one will know and no one will care
When sin overpowered, Lies broke lose, Noting on Earth Was left to lose. (chorus) In one hour, Everything can change. In one day, Noting else will be the same. And to know