My face upturned, I pray
When I'm alone I run to you
As night passes into day
the sunrise makes me new.
Life can bring so much strife
I fight with myself or another
My back is stuck with a knife
or I kill my odds with a lover.
It's because of your heavenly hand
I have a bright tomorrow
Life with you wasn't planned
But you take away my sorrow.
And you met me at the very last
when I was sure my chance had all but passed.
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