(The following write was inspired -?- by the Oprah show, that aired on Friday, and I couldn't log onto the internet that day, cause sometimes my connection is retarded, so I scrawlled it on paper, and this is I guess, the revised re-print....)
What class am i? What class am i?
Cross my heart and hope to die
live over a lake of fire and fri --
money cures my disease
swallow the pill and close my knees
answer the question
(because)
everyone but you can see
what you bleed
what you bleed
what class am i? what class am i?
I feel my heart
i live too die
money scars my worries for me
i put his will over what I believe
the questions
not afraid to ask
breathe, surrender, I know whom I'm made
and what i bleed
what i bleed
what's the middle line
disaster, disaster
blink your eyes, hearts beat faster
i carry my world on the shoulders
glorious fields
my skin gets colder
and everyday
my heart grows fonder
of this
calculated conspiracy
the worlds not for me
and it's chains have no
bearing or claim
and i sing his name
again, and again
1 comment:
oooohhh i love the last few lines esp, they gave me chills. another great potential for a song, sweet amy! God has really gifted you... love em.
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