Return

Far from safety do you roam,
and I am troubled, that you may never come home.
For in the midst of danger, stand you do,
and with one wrong step, you could be through.
Then never again, shall your face I see,
so I plead to you love, return to me.
And mistakes you have made, I'll forgive them all,
just ask of me child, and I'll answer your call.
Then the rest you need, I will give,
and with me in paradise, you shall live.
Where all troubles vanish, and there is only peace,
where my great love for you, will never cease.



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Written on 2009-06-27 at 04:56

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hello, it seems you suffer from what is called a God complex (I think it's called that). perhaps you should do something about that? have a nice day.
2009-06-28