Falling on defy ears, tight behind lose sin
The path I walk, look, and mark of wrath of thorns of a great fine,
Blood stain it and imprint on dark black sand please wait in till the
final tear drop
Occupant tent and sure as the tide felted up the
Substances like quick sand to the beads of a prayer
Like grieve to mark a man of good deeds unlock the lens like a
Key to a vision as they come and goes
Walk With Me
May faith be the keeper and wait of that of harnesses hands
Of that of psalms left stifle to straight and hinder up warded
Shrine to wisdom to bliss to the dawn of heaven I yawn I look up ward
To kin of thought of spirt to knowledge to pass deeds of fatherhood
to children to stomp
And yield to know of righteous of a path wait for a witness I collect
my thoughts
Look adjourn to a shooting star carrier out a prayer of just this
moment of time and say
Walk With Me
Knowing I may not be right my brother or nor shall you my brother
But sitting side by side there is no other feeling,
Breaking bread even is such a sound decision,
To wake and dine that Deepings of our bond,
We may not be brothers that of relation but that of the spirit of our
descendants,
I have spoken of my forgiveness knowing of you and of the spirt, all
that I ask is
Walk With Me
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