The Ghost's Of My Past haunt me every night,
They dont go away even at morning light,
I ask you to take them away but they always stay,
You say "Listen My Child and Follow My Ways and Continue To Pray,
So I read your word and start to pray,
The ghost's of my past start to fade,
I am now following you and your ways,
I hope to be happy the rest of my days.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
The Ghost's Of My Past haunt me every night,
They dont go away even at morning light,
I ask you to take them away but they always stay,
You say "Listen My Child and Follow My Ways and Continue To Pray,
So I read your word and start to pray,
The ghost's of my past start to fade,
I am now following you and your ways,
I hope to be happy the rest of my days.
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