Either did I dream last night
Could not believe he is here
Although any presence is wound for me
Is punishment bagaiku
Because it always throw me in helplessness
In the deepest abyss of poverty
The poor do not deserve you miss me like a princess
Am left to know what to expect from the trash man ka loe ...
Each attendance is someone cuts me
Although every time I get back I am always this presence ....
Oh ... God .... until I could no longer distinguish where the laughter and the tears which, because everything is sad
That I could not distinguish where the sound again and where the injury, because it is painful
Until I takbisa longer distinguish where and where expectations come true, because all of helplessness
Let ..... I was hurt enough in your place
My wound is sufficient Redeemer love ...
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