SEE MY HELP IS NOT AN ANGEL MY HELP IS ME
LOOKING INSIDE THE LIFE THAT IS WAITING TO BE
FREED, RELEASED, OR REMOVED FROM HELL
I CAN'T REMEMBER MY UNCLE CAGED AWAY IN A CELL
LIFE IS JAIL
WHEN YOU'RE NOT WILLING TO BE
ANYTHING & EVERYTHING GOD WANTS YOU TO BE
THE BLIND CAN'T SEE
THE DEAF CAN'T HEAR
HE WITHOUT EMOTIONS IS NOT PERMITTED TO FEAR
WHAT IS A TEAR?
TO THOSE WHOM STANDOUT
WAITING TO LIVE IS REACHING FOR HANDOUTS
HANDS UP PRASING THE LORD
SHOOTING FOR THE STARS SO I CAN FINALLY REACH GOD
MY WORDS REACH HIM SLOW
CALLING FROM BELOW
TRYING TO FIND HIM & CHOOSE WHICH WAY TO GO
SAY IT'S NOT SO
SAY IT'S NOT NONE
STOP PRAYING FOR THINGS THAT ARE ALREADY DONE
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