Sometimes there in the darkness- I don’t feel Jesus- I know his hands- His heart I’ve felt- Goodness and love- Trickles to the core of me- Driving this route- His hope cuts thru this land- Like this highway- It brings me down- When I don’t hear him call- Its because I’m on sabbatical- Searching for him thru alcohol- Feeling his cloth- As I’m swoon into style- Nothing comforts me- Along this cotton land- Once picked for the soldiers uniform- In this Southern Land- Is hope rising above the horizon- Looking for me- The signs asking me to pretend- When I know I can’t- Find the kingdom- Yeah, I think the brothers keeper- Left town long, long, time ago- What I’m sure he learned- Was that everyone is not perfect- Only human beings-Birth sign: Libra
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