1. I thank God every day
and ask him what I've done
for things to have turned out this way
he blesses me a ton.
people like you don't grow on trees
if that were so, i'd be aghast
and i'd praise the lord from on my knees
he gave me a boy who is bad ass.
(lolocaust)
2. the cries to heaven on this early morning
rip and sear through the dewy air
its to you, my song, i'm clearly singing
but i wonder if its entirely fair.
i pray for them when i think they're hurt
and i ask for help when i feel lost
this process, i feel i should revert
that you will hear me, my fingers crossed.
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