wind in the glass
„ si din cenuaa, prin lupta, se ridica ”
by: florentinalaic
Love me
adaugat pe 08 Dec 2009
Love me, my Lord Love me, my Lord, As I am a naughty girl, Forgive my black pearl. Understand, my Lord, A dark sinner was my heart, Forgive its black part. Forget all, my Lord, All I have done for years, There are not enough tears. Don`t let me, my Lord, In the shadow of death half Through blackness behalf, I know I didn`t beg enough. I know, my Lord, I can`t pay all my debts, Through all my regrets, My forefathers upsets, There are not forgets. Forgive me, my Lord, As now I pay and pray For a bright new day, Help me without delay, Please, God, don`t let me away, Give me from your wisdom light way. Because I know, my Lord, Your infinite gentleness, In spite of our blindness, Your unconditional kindness, Opposite our conditional primness, Our ungrateful abjectness In front of everlasting lovingness.
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