Functioning.
It don't matter to me
No way, no how.
I'm right here
Smack dab in the middle.
So no way's it gonna matter to me.
And I ain't diggin' no concrete coffin.
No backyard mausoleum
To keep me a-pickle-sweet a-plenty
There are many options in life
You can only choose one,
At a time.
All is well though,
And all will be.
As long as The Lord
Is right beside me.
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