Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Gracias a dios

Where would I be if you weren't near me
Climbing like a squirrel up a monkey tree
What would I say if you went away
I beg forgiveness and ask you to stay
What would I do if tragedy struck
Kneel down and pray 
to the Lord for such luck


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