Faith

I still rem’ that day on the street,
And the way you looked neat,
I wish I met you earlier,
Cause I’m sure you’re no surlier
Working class, with no suit,
Yet pretty, with my full attribute,
I know I chose this poison,
For a very good reason,
And I want no antidote,
Even if they wore a lab coat,
Currently I’m on the verge,
Of finding your urge,
I promise to be a friend,
Till to the end,
Just as Jesus saith,
I will always have Faith,



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