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Growing bigger and bigger branch after branch of knowledge and then when we flower our fruit will rain down on the less fortunate and seed where we can seed. Eventually it will be a forest
Now, I lay down to sleep
protect me lord from all of those who creeps. With evil thoughts and wicked
schemes; to snatch me out of my resentful dreams.
Dear Jesus,
It's me again
It's been a year now
Please tell me what there is to gain
I know I made a vow
But please bring mommy home
She must be awfully lonely down in the ground
How could this happen
I thought we were through
my inner being is mortified
We're waiting for you
My demons coo
they threaten to pull me
into the crashing waves
Lead me true
I’m walking on a tightrope
Moving so slow.
I’m walking on a tightrope with
With know where to go.
