Dreams
There's a grave in my way.
Lord I am out here, Pave a way
things i cannot see attack me, save me today "OOH LORD"
Daily knees to the dirt as I pray,
surrounded by lost souls,
Iam puzzled seeming like I lost my virtue at the crossroads
My feet have sunk deep in Africas potholes
Nobody care, because nobody is here.
the grieving stare as I languish in my demise
Lord, open the skies, and make a way for my rise
open my eyes, So I see them that curse my name
blame and frame my name... Lord make all things the same please!!
my life and my dreams.
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