Testo: West End Crooks. Damaged Goods.

:
As I lay here,
I think about
the work you've done.
How I'm redeemed
and now called a son.
I've walked these lonely roads,
head hung in shame.
You extended your arms
and took the blame.


From the Rooftops, I'll shout
From the streets, I'll sing proud.
I'll live each day like my last.
Live today, forget the past.


I'm amazed that you
picked a wretch like me.
Blind and full of iniquities.
I've been weak but
you made me strong.
With you no shame
I know I belong.


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I can go on regretting,
living in yesterday,
or I can pick up my cross
and follow the richeous to eternity.

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