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Yet
Woman,understand me
As you know yourself.
Its not about the face I see,
but the current of the truth in me.
I don't want to fight for what is mine
I want mine to know where she belongs.
For if you don't know
what is the point.
I'd Pursue you,no more.
Lord,have dominion over me
Lord,guide my foot,keep my soul steady.
There is something in the air,
that charges the breeze.
Like a shiver braking free,
It has a hold of me .
I'm running on an empty field
bracing myself for the ball,
at a rhythmic soldiers pace.
Pedal to the metal
Let that which does not matter,truly not matter.
Focus,I say.
Your face distracts me,
from your essence.
I love your kind of beauty
My kind of security,
caters to your need
You don't have to worry,
its me.
As you know yourself.
Its not about the face I see,
but the current of the truth in me.
I don't want to fight for what is mine
I want mine to know where she belongs.
For if you don't know
what is the point.
I'd Pursue you,no more.
Lord,have dominion over me
Lord,guide my foot,keep my soul steady.
There is something in the air,
that charges the breeze.
Like a shiver braking free,
It has a hold of me .
I'm running on an empty field
bracing myself for the ball,
at a rhythmic soldiers pace.
Pedal to the metal
Let that which does not matter,truly not matter.
Focus,I say.
Your face distracts me,
from your essence.
I love your kind of beauty
My kind of security,
caters to your need
You don't have to worry,
its me.
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