Flawless with help

All my life I’m perfecting

Straight-A's from crooked writing

My faith sets me apart

So I never fall apart

 

Freedom's never free

Freedom is flawless -- I'm no prisoner

No joke, it’s real

I’ve found a way to live so much better.

 

When you lose the law, all of life's a prison;

Freedom is life by law by choice.

Live by the spirit, not the letter

Or else nothing will ever get better

 

To the new zone of Heaven-life

Buried are my flawless bones

Every day will bear no strife

Except what we see in our old homes

 

 

 

Okay so I'm not there yet,

But this is my only bet.

 

 

 

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