Fell hard before I even started
willed the gift of a strong hearted
laying each brick by a very trick
I have to beat the odds with a mare stick.
I fall down, I pull up,
get smacked, I sit up
am never falling short of Amazing Grace
reload and then double back in a greater pace.
Let every incense burn
I hope the table turn
am just a cut from a rough stone
walking on a tight rope
morales still intact, this is how my prayer feels
On my knees Lord, please take the wheel.
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