man, my soul wants to be in control
and hit every goal
that my spirit has set
but my body won't let me walk
or fly like a hawk
ans sometimes i wonder why God brought me here
yeah i'm still not clear
year after forty years
of tears
and fears
and a big taste of humble pie
yeah i can't lie
i have wanted to die
but God wanted me to breathe
yeah even when i didn't believe
in him
but swam
yeah
towards to dam
yeah like clam
or a canned ham
floating in water
but now i am his daughter
and that's cool
yeah even when...
i feel like a real fool
when so-called friends
wanna end our friendship
ans then i slip
into a called depression
but i still learn a valuable lesson
so i'm guessing...
that i do have some...
air-traffic- control
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