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When the dream overwhelms my soul
who am I the persecuted to live in hell the mind why? That feeling of being betrayed what have I done wrong to deserve this so innocent why? No not now you devil in disguise playing games of torture the child afraid and weeping why? Mommy and Daddy arguing again lock the doors and hide pretend I'm sleeping praying to God why? Shall I run away to nowhere? there to lay in the hay seeing a baby lonely beneath the stars why? God in his wisdom a Savior now to heal my broken heart one more tear to cry the devil to die. Yes.
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