heard
Like a mute I try to speak but my voice you do not seek
U caress everyone of your own feeling
My faith in you is peeling
Damage has been done by my own
But in life I have grown
Never shall I understand
The true meaning as anyone can
So I live day by day
Learning every which way
To become what he wants me to be
Instead of what the devil dreams of me
So ill long after his desire
Instead of growing to catch his fire
Ill do what he wants me to do
And adore him in spirit and truth
Oh how ill love to be with thee
And then become one with the trinity
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