I asked God to help me
find her.
A prayer with soft spoken
lips,
Beauty takes on many
Different forms.
Sometimes buildings
collapse.
I don't know much
about religion,
But if I know one thing
I know he listens.
No matter how beautiful
the skin,
Sometimes buildings
collapse.
No matter what material
They're made from
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