I lived the WHAM life
In the light of The Fast Lane.
Made many Careless Whispers
As to how a life should be.
But now,
Hanging at the Edge of Heaven
I may have turned A Different Corner
As The White Light Wake me Up
To give One more Try.
So now I speak to you:
Like Jesus to a Child.
For son you got to have Faith,
Before the Sun goes Down.
For in the end we are all
Praying for Time.
Then at last comes FREEDOM!
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