Someone might think we're lunatics Is it the way we handle issues? Seeking perfection in a world of imperfection We speed through life on the highway Embracing rejectors, we crave validation When will the ideal world descend from heaven? Damaged jeans are darned, holes patched Potholes tarred, gaps filled, empty buckets refilled But why is it so hard to mend a heart's hole? Why so difficult to repair a broken heart? You succumb to alcohol, rehab awaits You dress provocatively, corrections flood in You fail, encouragement lifts you up But heartbreak finds you, evil advice lurks Do we need to be cruel? Why hurtful words When we're vulnerable, does the devil take chances? Why risk your heart? Why sacrifice so much? Worshipers question, forgiveness sought Please forgive me, I didn't know loving was a sin In this world, I'll miss heaven, tears shed.Tous Droits Réservés
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