We are all made in different skins
From the soft purple for tenderhearted ones
To hero like black ones
Yet under one umbrella we all gather
Living for today and hoping for tomorrow
Falling off the face of the earth
And forgotten when our bodies decompose
What more then should we strive for
Other than the ***** of our father, our God
Who in him is our daily strife
Life and death.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 7:01 AM UTC
We are all made in different skins
From the soft purple for tenderhearted ones
To hero like black ones
Yet under one umbrella we all gather
Living for today and hoping for tomorrow
Falling off the face of the earth
And forgotten when our bodies decompose
What more then should we strive for
Other than the ***** of our father, our God
Who in him is our daily strife
Life and death.
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