Better Days
It was like we were two cars on the highway,
going our seperate ways at the fork
But then I looked up at the sky and
and saw an airplane headed my way.
That was God telling me that everything would be okay.
He would meet me at the finish line
He let me know that soon
there would be better days
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I wanna be great. I know that I am, but not everyone else in the world has witnessed it yet. People just know that greater is coming.
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