Friday morning
The unseen breaking our loves
for one last chance seeing
the all hopes of nothing.
This is the time
the last memory of empty
for you not to forget
to be witness of the righteous
defeating the damn fuckin' 3!
Passing the old turn
leaving this cold night,
return : Hope
one way for us to choose
the way we know the truth
O' God, lead us to your home
Your and we do seek, Forever!
Friday morning
The uncame cut all our loves
for one last chance living
standing to the end of life.
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