Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Glue.

Guess you're my glue.
There isn't many like you.
Rudimentary, yet true.

Hold me together in the darkest days.
Make sun-rays out of no way.
I owe it to you.

Guess you're my glue.
A true friend indeed.
I seek to you when sick for remedy.

My whole life has turned around.
A sinner turned saint, yes I have been found.
My heart and my hands are light.

Guess you're my glue.
Thank you, most high.

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