When this cold world trips my shoe lace with the strife , like I turnt my back for a second.....and Life slips between my shoulder blades with a knife And the familiar face of my anger tries to get me to take out a slice..... I can look in the face of my Son......and know Its going to be allright. Son shine brings a new day....and this darkness , is just tonight. world.....supposed to be cold Game.....supposed to get old Heart......supposed to get bold My Molecular Structures Calibrated to be Nebular......Nothing about mes Regular
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