In my hour of need
Ha you're not there
And though I reached out for you
Wouldn't lend a hand
Through the darkest hour
Grace did not shine on me
It feels so cold, very cold
No one cares for me
lunes, 25 de julio de 2011
Some people cry and some people die by the wicked ways of love; But I'll just keep on rolling along with the grace of the Lord above.
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