Gettin’ Saved

When words form a lyric creates a chord inside my Heart

I become emotional whenever I am reminded that we’re apart

Why must you be so cold?

I am getting, I am getting too old.

The burning inside of me has already slowed to embers,

Can you really think of anyone who truly remembers?

I know you, I know you well,

I can tell, you’re going through hell,

Can we at least talk, talk it over?

When I call, when I call, am I just a bother?

It’s been so darned long,

Outside, I am not too strong.

But inside of me is a person standing tall

I will, I will not fail, I will not fall.

My body, my body may be weak,

But my soul, my soul is full of what you seek.

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