My Love
You have self control yet you dont use your gift
letting time pass me by with excuses for every action
i promise to love you in everyway i can and still i fall short
yet your still here
Some days i cant provide then something says look in the other direction
dry your eyes dont you shed a tear ill be back before you say i miss you
keep your head up represent me while im not here
Took a trip and found my way back home
god protect me and heal my sorrows just providing with the hands i though were against me
wake up clear my brain catch a grip before i lose it all
"god one more time and i promise it'll be the last time" saved my life more then once or twice
Can you hear me now? Is this enough? Will i make it threw the night?
push me till i've had enough
you deserve that much from a young mother battling the world
so those fingers dont ever have to do any lifting
you deserve it.
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