My Sweet AngelMy Sweet Angel Jonathan ReevesMy Sweet Angel
I did everything that could be, I did everything but flee, Draws me to that wretched decree, That wretched degree which consumes me.
Wishing I was one of the sound, Instead I crawl on the ground. Nothing in her I found steady, Even if we were ready.
Every time I pulled through the pain, She looked at me with disdain. So when I dried my last tear, I learned she was my only fear.
The power of perseverance, Distilled, in the hearts of servants. Puts the mighty to the test. Oh give me res
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