Too Tired
Too tired to think
Too tired to talk
Too tired to take
Even a walk
Too tired I say
Perchance I must fall
Too tired to take
Even a call
If this is my lot
If this is my stay
How can I even
Begin to pray?
He loves me I know
So He’ll make a way
Out of this quagmire
At the end of the day
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