I told my problems to the preacher, he just walked away from me. Told me 'bout salvation. Give a white boy a chance, lord, jivin' to your bedroom door. So you turn and cry some more. So I take a step away. How do I heal this broken heart some more and erase the pain? Oh, what is this wild wind falling? Where do the angels sing? How 'bout that salvation father give this kid some wings. I blame my downfall on the system. Sojourned to death am I.
Reason for writing:
The day Jeff Buckley died.
Birth sign: Aries
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