My best friend’s were I give my soul to
Who lift me up to above with a lot of love
With the trust that grew
because once I give my soul into the hands of Ms Poetry
To cuddle me up to heaven one day
It gives me that kiss for free
To find me a new way
Then, on the right hand of God and Jezus Christ
It’s soul relative what we are
and friends is what we be
Talk a lot and discuss about many things
and sometimes fights
But we always agree . . .
Auteur: Manjula | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 18 december 2006 | ||
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