wheres the hallo over your head there is none
wheres the angel by your bed they've not come
cause you he think youre better than me
and through gods eyes you think you see
lost in your virtue stuck in your grace
the look of lost and pain in your face
god works with who he wants at his own pace
and the way to him is not a race
and to find him that is my fate
hope to see you at the gates
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