Struggles of A Saint
Ride on my train of thought down memory lane,
It's not the same;
When your with the master while still playing the game,
Calling rain by the faith of a grain,
I refrain, from having doubts in my brain,
Again and again: again and again,
I'm repetitively repentant,
In this rat race: I'm a late contestant,
I did it again: Damn! Excuse my French but: ca va bien,
Mindset of a Galilean.
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