Haunted Soul
Flies of misery
Eyes of pain
stare my haunted soul
my lifes a plegful tub of hate,
with satans red hot coals
lord lift my soul from the devils hands so i will be your saint
an i can save my brothers soul from SINNFUL, LUSTFUL, HATE.
lord touch my mind and save my soul for all my familys sake.
so they will see my highest peak,
on the mountain of a saint.
Copyright © Tevin Wilson16yahoo.Com | Year Posted 2009
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