lovin's a breaking through glass
I'm saying at last
A nice word.
Cause meanwhile I was rude
Thinking Im prude
You prayed to your Lord.
Oh he loves me, he does,
Side of me turned to past
And bloomed.
Oh babe
But I thought it all doomed
And withered away.
Dream has been shown right this night
It took my sight
To your grace.
Love's unconditional gift is giving a space.
That was something I hold for so long
In neglect. I long
To bring that light back
To my arms to hug tight
Till the end of the night.
My home left all ruined and dusted.
Remain busted
You old bastard
Im saying thanks for all pleasures you brought
Here's my 'thanks a lot'
I was born under luckiest star
It got me that far
To feel and live,
It serves a relief.
Cause all of the punches that kicked me rough
Was a sake of
true
love.
true. love
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