My problems, my stresses
Regarding these peoples excesses
The spiritual wilting like a dead branch
I look down, I know the kind
Of life I toast to.
Baby serpents I've tamed
From little serve me regret
I'm running for the sun
The stars are the target
But this ground has to be eliminated,
I'm tired.
Focus, focus Lord
Its almost morning
I've carried my cross smiling
In need of no one
So I can't let you in,
I tread this path alone.
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