Even though my hour has passed me by
my destiny has traveled far
his love for me is a reason to live
his beauty that giveth peace
Even at my night hour;
i merry like a man of hour
tho theres trouble behind me,
and foes ahead
but i fold my hands in his shell
because he will fight for me
man may think a lifetime wasted
but a different view i applaud
for his love ive tasted
a oracle of mercy
he redeem;
my wasted years
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