The Last Doughnut Of The Night

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For 18 years I've been lost about being lost and tossed around by meaninglessness

Worried about pieces of paper in the future

For the last 2 years, I've been eating the last doughnut

And sneaking a glass of wine

But in light my smile seems to shine

Fooling my mother and little brother

That I'm good right on the dime

But now there are no more doughnuts

And I'm crying like I'm nine

Don't know how to feed my belly; it's grumbling all the time

And he hears me mumbling like I'm dying, like I'm crying

Please, I need some help, I might be on my way out and this can't wait

She said, "Exchange ya nickels for unlimited pounds of faith"

I didn't even know her plus nickels can't help my belly ache

But along with the pounds she said, "And pray to him about ya day"

"About the way you feel inside and don't hide because he knows the lies"

 

Now I'm growing 3 or 4 inches of knowledge and wisdom that I've been given

I'm giving out the doughnuts because that's how it was written

I'm still cleansing my mind, body, and soul

I need myself a bag of doughnuts, and his love in my whole soul

So I could go and be his child with a heart full of gold, instead of being cold

 

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