man, i wish i could walk
man, i wish i could drive
man. i wish i was a bride
and a mommy
for real
not funny
yeah i crave milk and honey
yeah like a bed craves silk sheets
yeah my pain is very deep
and sometimes i cry myself to sleep
but God keep on wake me up
but not because of luck
but because of love
yeah like a dove
which is gentle
and not accidental
so my mental must let go
and let God flood
in me like a wave-pool
man, the water is cool
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