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Current mood: Back pain!
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Faith like a child from your first birth,
You left it in the dirt on your worst hurt
And I see each tear and every scar,
The hands that have held you where you are
And I can see we've strayed so far
A King born under that morning star
A crown of thorns that was placed to erase
Each tear that touched your face
His palms and sides were pierced with spears
He hung in love just to draw you near
My girl not of this world,
Can't you see this is where we started?
6:38 PM
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