The nights seem too long
Before I woke up to achieve a dream
Everybody is telling me that its a worst of time
But there is a road that I see, directing me home
so there is no turning back to those who call my name
and no meter what you say, will stand in a gym like a champ
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
The nights seem too long
Before I woke up to achieve a dream
Everybody is telling me that its a worst of time
But there is a road that I see, directing me home
so there is no turning back to those who call my name
and no meter what you say, will stand in a gym like a champ
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