God Dont Make Junk
Once I saw that my life had a purpose
All these brand new feelings came to surface
All these brand new ideas came to mind
The whole time I realize I been blind
The whole time I been missing the sign
That I never realized what was mine
My whole life I been acting like a punk (not a PUNK! as in rock)
Till I reailized that God dont make junk
Everything is how it should be
He gives us potential to live life fully
Please tell me why it takes so long
For us to figure out where we go wrong
But we can figure out what it means
Dont cry theres still time for your dreams
We all have a chance to do our best
But if we fail, you know the rest
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