My Way

It's the devil doing his work, he's looking at us, and feeds on sadness. Waiting for all of us to break down to tears but, we can overcome the devil. Look forward to Christ for help, and good fortune in life. My way goes smooth throughout the day, with Christ on the way. So which way you carry yourself, from life to death.

 

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