| Upon Heaven's Dove |
Passing old roads burnt with choice getting to new ones with a bit of rejoice. Old black trampled leaves, lies behind Tangled crossroads to my mind. Excited and scared 'bout the new since its so long overdue. Take my hand on this day hopefully then i should be okay thoughts of you by myself supplies me with so much denied. Walk with me on this path falling pray not to wrath hand in hand with my love way upon heaven's dove.
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