Joe
Just yesterday, i realized what is true
What a trip it was, please, let me tell you
I felt so cold because i didnt know what to do
What a day its been, i was guided through sin
Please mom forgive me for the child i have been..
Never again, will i put you in that position
watching your own child in a hospital bed
Im sorry mom, for i will try to never sin again..
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