My name is Timothy
My name is Timothy
But when spoken upon your lips
It sounds so differently than any other
Your lips must be smoother than butter relaxing like rain
I never knew another to be more graceful or outspoken
Maybe I would like to take a closer look inside your soul
Would I find Disappointment or Encouragement
Or better yet Empathy
Like The Force of Your Soul that Flows through Me
Like Whip cream and Strawberries
Like any anywhere in Texas
If I could escape this place like Sodom Gomorrah
Because I want to be with you today and not tomorrow
And that be my sorrow
And when see me down casted maybe I need to borrow
A smile with a few words of encouragement
Because if two faces confront me
I can't afford to be caught off my guard or in my sleep
Cause it's my soul Satan wants to corrupt
It's the Love for you in my heart that will never give up
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