Why oh useless flesh must you fail me again. Attacking me and everything I am. Pleasusre once, now a chore.What else do the days have in store?
Countless memories, now no more than a passing wind. Reminding me of who I really am.I don't want to break,I bend remembering what was back then.
I forgot fear till death knocked on my door. I hear faith ring out. I understand . It's oh so clear.Who could ask for more? Makes me want to sing Knowing there's more in store.....
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