180
I live in this world of terror
Waiting for my final error
But then i saw something bright
And it made me lose my sight
Your beauty blinded me
As soon as i could see again i fell to one knee
i asked a question and you said yes
My life did a 180 and you cleaned the mess
Since you the world is great
Im no longer full of hate
Copyright © Zach Aurel Henderson | Year Posted 2009
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