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Through this so called life Everyday dealing With nothing but strife. They say Life is what we make of it. If thats true Then why am I ready to submit? I could quit now Without blinking an eye But something tells me I must continue to try. I think of the words My Angel has spoken to me You will feel better Be patient, you will see. I want to believe In the words he has said Everyday those words Blare through my head. Seeking in deeper Touching my soul Touching my heart His words make me feel whole. Wrapping me in a blanket Of everything he has shown I slowly begin to realize Im not so alone. |