Je m’appelle (zhuh mah-pehl)


What is thought of me
If I step out & problem,
I choose to be a Jesus Freak?
With a fish in the corner of my chalkboard,
I believe in the miracles of Jesus Christ
“It means she’s a Christian”
One boy interrupted
At the other kid’s wonder
I’m human, and I’m not perfect
“The messenger,” that is my name
Oh, I’ll be tightly scrutinized
Before the Sun even rises
The night sky is covered in bright Angel dust
Remnants of ancient Spirits in space
Those things the World calls stars,
I believe are truly guardian Angels
The Earth exists upon Heaven and Hell
Choose a fate, pick a side

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