Give You Praise Even Til The End Of Days
Take a stroll to my world, to another place
To a new dimension, similar to outer space
Tell me do you smell the taste or maybe taste the smell
Prospects so complex like a microscopic cell
In a mental jail cell with shackles on my feet
Only hear them folks talking walking through these lonely streets
Incomplete, God, it feels like somethings missing
And I don't know what it is I'm in constant reminiscence
Speculations so profound that they sound like delusions
Like I'm blind to the facts I stay lost with confusion
I can't call it my mind is filled with doubt
And sometimes I don't even know what I'm really talking about
Tell me am I lost forever for the worst or for the better
I need You by my side cuz I can't get my life together
Father God, I just want to give you praise
And just glorify your name even till the end of days
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