God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things that I can not change
I confess the sins that I can't name
I can't gain or profit if
I am Gothic in the fast lane
God, grant me the ability
to change the things I can
Please reprimand me if my focus
is to close to earthly man's
Of course the hand that rocks the cradle
has been known to rule the world
and so, I strive to set examples
for the little boys and girls
with waves and curls
It's early in the morn'
I'm sworn the urban mystic
The final thing I need, oh Sovereign Lord
is the wisdom to know the difference

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