This is a battle This is a war These are the things I do abhor I must fight this battle I must win this war In order to reach that distant shore Once it is over Once it is through I'll come running home to you When I see you on that mountainside Running to me, arms open wide These things I did won't matter anymore Jesus will hold me tight He will help me make it through this long dark night This is a battle This is a war These are the things I do abhor By Fred Jones © 2001 Fred Jones (All rights reserved)
Reason for writing:
Because it is true
Birth sign: Scorpio
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