Hang your humble head, your soft and broken spirit, is welcome in my bed, hang your sorrows on my coatrack, lay your shoulders back, you've worked hard, I'll unlock your happiness, and place it in our hearts, hmmm, I imagine your tired, so sleep away the pain, I imagine your wet, come in out of the rain, Hang your humble head and cry, let it all hang to dry. don't worry about the rising sun, tomorrow has yet to arrive, just remember when you are here with me, I breathe into you, I need you to survive, through me you stay alive, You wanna draw your knees into your chest, I'll understand, you wanna ball your eyes, you're no less of a man, your clench your fist, I take it in my hand. . . Hang your humble head, it is welcome into my bed, don't be dead, We gon' laugh baby, we gon cry, hang your humble head, UP HIGH, WE'LL TRY. Lay your shoulders back, come in and hang your sorrows. . . there's a place on my coatrack.
Reason for writing:
A strong supportive woman.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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