Father, I'm going through some heavy things It seems like this world ain't getting any better The more we try to get closer to You The farther we run from Your throne I've spent so many nights wonderin' when will it end When will the day come when happiness begins I'm running the race but it seems too hard to win I'm sick of mourning my stomach is throwing up in the morning I'm calling for help…
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