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Im so used to disaster in my life. With every line I write. My burdens begin to take flight. From the clouds to the very air I breathe. I get the feeling of a man that was lost but free. On my knees I pray. Can you please God stay. This world is so full of predators don't let me be that prey. I remember when life was so simple. One minded divided because my God is so plentiful. Where did my faith go. Doubting everything under the son. Sweating my bank roll. Fighting with my better half. Straining to stay bold. And hearing people say that life will get better is painful and stays old. Where have the days gone. Lost time and now my sense of direction is missing. Safe to say I can't take roads. What is my mind with out the ability to be me. Credibility gone. When all I wanna be is free. Like the wind blows through the city lights. Just wanna spread my wings. And shine the truth on the world tonight.
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phillip.rosas.90

allow the passion to bleed through you. watch what comes out.

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