As The Wind Blew,
His Voice Got Thicker.
Hear Me Loud In The Cloud.
The Trees Moves It's Branches And Leaves.
Looking At Him Smile,
As He Hold Me In His Wings.
Crystals and Diamonds Don't Mean A Thing.
With True Love,
You Have Everything, Nothing Matters.
Yet, We Live In The Matter.
I Cry Out To You This Song I Sing.
Fear Is Amongst Us,
I Won't Be Afraid.
His Love Was Never To Betray!
He's The Only Thearpy I Know,
Makes Me Clean, White As Snow.
Forever Will I Acknowledge,
You!
The One That Can't Be Explained,
The One That Can't Be Detained.
Ineffable Truce Is All I Proclaim.
Unto His Holy Name .
-Jayluxluv
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