Your innnocent
Spring overwelcomes you
Hands held high
Above, above.
Is the King who answers to all
Laying in the deep road
Filled with acid rain
Pour down unto you
As wretched screams become your burden
You carry, your back becoming heavy
Down people are
You broke them
You killed them
How can you be forgiven?
Is there enough grace in this world to?
Oh, how I put my hopes in God's hands
He will protect me...
He will be there for me...
Only, betrayl awakens me
I found out from the rough patches of trust
Hear ye!
Hear ye!
Betrayl was once a seven deadly sin
Now it is a unforgiven pact...
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