Our Creator

They say god gives the hardest battles to his strongest soldiers

Truth be told life’s a battle when you’re getting older

In his name I pray, in his name I pray

No need for luck no need for magic I put my faith in him

My days on earth are never promised so let me pray again

Two hands together spoken words as I bow my head

All praise to god thanks for a Mother whom keeps me fed

Two by two I load my arch to escape this flood of lies

He has my back he guides my struggles, he who makes me shine

No ice in my veins buy my feelings are sometimes cold

I never quit, I’ll always fight I’ll let them know

Everything I want I’ll get if I keep my faith in him

Always Keeping in mind I make the bed I sleep in

 

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