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If the area is clear I will let my mouth speak The struggle Ive been through I will make it known to you Pls, allow me to grab the mic Just for this time So that you will not be confuse In what am I going to say I will lay down my heart To avoid pride and selfishness For this will be my greatest confrontation Ever in all of my life, Im so nervous Let me configure the wrong things The puzzle which running inside me For a good reason to value Over this case named life I wanted to breathe again Without this barriers that I set in Long, long time ago in this place Called the body of Christ Forgive me, I admit that I made A lot of mistake, unnoticeable Imagining things which unpleasant to you All my yes were all in vain I know I broke your silence Your world seems avoiding me As I saw it, clearly in my both eyes I sigh, how can I step out from this? Great is the mess that Im building It is much taller than skyscrapers No aroma of blessing can be smell Instead, burden like a pieces of log Hope this will be a tool For us to meet like first time Forgetting the past faults And continue living in Agape
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May 7, 2010
May 7, 2010 at 1:12 AM UTC
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If the area is clear I will let my mouth speak The struggle Ive been through I will make it known to you Pls, allow me to grab the mic Just for this time So that you will not be confuse In what am I going to say I will lay down my heart To avoid pride and selfishness For this will be my greatest confrontation Ever in all of my life, Im so nervous Let me configure the wrong things The puzzle which running inside me For a good reason to value Over this case named life I wanted to breathe again Without this barriers that I set in Long, long time ago in this place Called the body of Christ Forgive me, I admit that I made A lot of mistake, unnoticeable Imagining things which unpleasant to you All my yes were all in vain I know I broke your silence Your world seems avoiding me As I saw it, clearly in my both eyes I sigh, how can I step out from this? Great is the mess that Im building It is much taller than skyscrapers No aroma of blessing can be smell Instead, burden like a pieces of log Hope this will be a tool For us to meet like first time Forgetting the past faults And continue living in Agape
mark-rubilla
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Filipino
May 7, 2010
May 7, 2010 at 1:12 AM UTC
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