After you left,
And there is nobody
there to blame.
I'm always on the
edge of reality,
Don't hurt me,
Touch me gently.
Were getting higher
each day,
No more time left
to pray.
Oh Lord give me
the strength,
To stand up right,
And come up with
new things.
When we pray,
We pray for grace,
For the human raise.
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