| It's Your Fault I was content to be a bitch. All the awful insults were meant just for me. But You had to try to save me, You wanted me in Your fold. You dropped into my life with an exploding bomb. I tried to close my door, make You go away, but You graciously resisted, my life was now Yours. Crying, doing Your dirty work, that is, praying . . . why did You have to listen this time? You filled my desert with tears. |
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