On That Special Day
I do appreciate,
That God made me in these state,
To walk not in sorrow
But like a mallet and a barrow.
To mold my whole being,
and to thank all the small things,
I may have all the confidence,
people may hate my occurrence.
I live my life with love,
Oh God's grace of you, from above,
getting things on the right time,
a blood with a drop of lime.
Drink these alcohol all night,
yet tomorrow will be the same right?,
deceiving thy mind and heart,
causes illness to this human part.
On that special day,
I gave that rose away,
To free myself from prison,
accused me for one or more several reason.
Not expecting so much from a she,
a growing flower to take those thorn,
friendship wanted to be reborn,
true love will remain unto me,
On that one SPECIAL DAY.
That God made me in these state,
To walk not in sorrow
But like a mallet and a barrow.
To mold my whole being,
and to thank all the small things,
I may have all the confidence,
people may hate my occurrence.
I live my life with love,
Oh God's grace of you, from above,
getting things on the right time,
a blood with a drop of lime.
Drink these alcohol all night,
yet tomorrow will be the same right?,
deceiving thy mind and heart,
causes illness to this human part.
On that special day,
I gave that rose away,
To free myself from prison,
accused me for one or more several reason.
Not expecting so much from a she,
a growing flower to take those thorn,
friendship wanted to be reborn,
true love will remain unto me,
On that one SPECIAL DAY.
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