Tears rolling on my face just to show
I am weaker than God's vow
Being alone in the crowd Although in warehouse but with a drought These tears won't let me say
As my voice strangle mid way
Please, oh lord! help me to stay With my loneliness & faith made of wet clay.
I am weaker than God's vow Being alone in the crowd Although in warehouse but with a drought These tears won't let me say
As my voice strangle mid way
Please, oh lord! help me to stay With my loneliness & faith made of wet clay.
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