Bitter truth for a better purpose, you feel butter smooth without me because your purpose is strong and your heart is rock hard.
I am in the prison of pain looking out for the ways of windows while the doors of hopes are locked temporarily. Nothing is over, everything is created for a purpose.
Fate is playing with me but I never ever fail to defeat it as my purpose was, is and forever only you.
As I am down by myself looking out for your shoulder to lean on and cry
But God is favoring you lifting me up from falling and taking me in his arms to show the path to destiny and to make it announced by you for sure.
I would rise up my voice on the same page to prove and testiment that the God's Mercy and Grace is forever with me as he is…
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