This Child
This sweet child has got a name
No fame, no place without God, no reason without grace
Abound sweet memories
Torn and broken again, never lost, and without Love from him
Soar in heaven with the sound of angels rising
Justice for this boy grown into a man never fleeting and constantly feeling less
Pick me up, instill in me a flame
Strike an accord and rewrite history
Chisel my name into a rock on the wall never forget
Shattered youth picked back up, regressed, and crowned again
Never into living, just dying from all the sinning
Time for a new religion, one that starts with you
One where we are not useless in the world
We live and breathe alive well
We are the children of the world
We are not meaningless, spent up, or ruthless
We are just kids
We never did a thing to deserve it just went on Sunday looking for Love
Then later, we got used, lost, and confused in this world filled with hate
You let it breed
All concede, lie, and deceive
To all of us children of the world
So, wake me up in the new beginning when you stop faking, agitating, and commiserating.
Stop talking now with the Devil; you are just cohabiting habitual reminiscent of the original sin.
Stop letting your hate breed and love us, children of the world,
We are God’s children living for a new world
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