Jan 17, 2018
LIFE- IN FUNK
Desolate, upon the hill it stood. Surrounded by nothing but life. In the air, and on the ground, It was everywhere. I carried my cross, For it was mine to bear. Lost in despair, My turmoils prevailed. I carried my cross, To the end of time. With my heart in pieces, I flew to the end. I carried my cross, And walked to Calvary. With the tears, i shed, My hope was crucified.
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