A broken hull
Of what I've been
I've seen higher ground
I recall
A better place
Where I was lost and not yet found
Cause
Even though
I've been wronged, I still resound
For long I've run amuck
But now I'll settle down
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoesíaI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
