Over me, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

Youth's cry, Your hand overs me.
Tame me to fire up, or naked truth, or hate, or death.
How the way I learn to be certain truth in the life of
Over me, of your beloved creation.
Suffer, pain, hurts, sins, You say eternity.
But i believe it seems short for Your big love's longing.
And you over me without my knowing.
Until the dreams I know only the good one are certain.
And the dark mares are about when you over me of my sins.
Posted: 2015-06-25 04:17:19 UTC

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