True Essence
Oh father hear my plea hear my cry,ive lost my true essence i wont deny
return me to that time when angels use to whisper tender words in my ear and
dreams was as sweet as a honey comb,
return me return me
Return me to that time when my praises was as powerfull as the rageing waters
of the earth and my footsteps were heard all through the heavens,
return me return me
A time when joy and happiness was like the riseing of the morning sun,when
nature and i was at peace and we were one
return me return me
Each day goes like a star that pitches across the sky i often wonder why but i
know u will reply,and grant me that wish to be the same old guy.
Copyright © Arlington Quarless | Year Posted 2007
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