Welcome to the world's bitterness,
You'll never see a pic that is filter less,
You'll never see her real skin surface,
It's covered with dust, she's a bit nervous.
You'll never see a pic that is filter less,
You'll never see her real skin surface,
It's covered with dust, she's a bit nervous.
Welcome to the world's bitterness,
It's overloaded with wickedness,
You'll never know the world's purpose,
Hmm, it's filled with sinfulness.
It's overloaded with wickedness,
You'll never know the world's purpose,
Hmm, it's filled with sinfulness.
Come admire her childishness,
Ignoring the floor's slipperiness,
Enjoying the fact of giftedness,
Warn her that troubles are indigenous.
Ignoring the floor's slipperiness,
Enjoying the fact of giftedness,
Warn her that troubles are indigenous.
Come admire his willfulness,
Ignoring the flames of the brick furnace,
Standing tall in the storm, with firmness,
Warn him that life has no syllabus.
Ignoring the flames of the brick furnace,
Standing tall in the storm, with firmness,
Warn him that life has no syllabus.
Disregard the world's fearlessness,
Neglecting the values of religiousness,
Shameful is there fickleness,
They hide it all with glossy dust.
Neglecting the values of religiousness,
Shameful is there fickleness,
They hide it all with glossy dust.
Disregard the world's unskilled urban,
Never live their life’s with purpose,
Their lives seem very humorous,
Warn them about life's uncertainness.
Never live their life’s with purpose,
Their lives seem very humorous,
Warn them about life's uncertainness.
Let's plead to God, the whole universe,
To fill our hearts with tenderness,
To sweep away the wickedness,
To fill our hearts with cheerfulness,
Come let's live for his purpose.
To fill our hearts with tenderness,
To sweep away the wickedness,
To fill our hearts with cheerfulness,
Come let's live for his purpose.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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