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Alt 20.02.2021, 03:05   #1
weiblich Antoinette Fourie
 
Dabei seit: 02/2021
Ort: Zurich
Beiträge: 16

Standard Who is the King

Who is the king?

They said they'll gladly take the place of my beloved King
Cause he was very busy fighting Satan in the ring
They told me they would carry me cause I was not that strong
I needed helpful voices to remind me when I'm wrong

I went to all the meetings and attended every class
But soon I felt my core exposed, this house was made of glass
So everybody close to me could look inside all time
I started to confuse which things were there's and which was mine

My King are all these rules from you, now that you're not at home?
I feel uncomfortable my Lord that someone took your throne
I was so sure you trusted me before they changed my mind,
now I stand here insecure and ask, are you not kind?

I miss to hear your voice and long for personal attention
I want to love you freely without constant intervention
After washing me you said my life belonged to you
But Father they keep telling me that I don't have a clue

Romance me just one more time like many years ago
Dance with me and tell me you still think I'm white as snow
Please my Lord come with me so they can see you as you are
They need not speak on your behalf because you're never far

I told them you don't need a fence to keep us safe inside
Or fire-drill us every week and scold the ones that hide
You never scare us suddenly by calling wolf or danger
You trust us as your family and know no such word as stranger

I'm sorry Lord that I forgot your promises and heart
When I created fake accounts and tried to act all smart
By paying bills I didn't have and charging for what's free
I felt so proud and worthy when the manager was me

You kept my room so lovingly and visited each day
You watched me through the window making sure that I'm ok
Returned to sender letters you kept safe for my return
You kept cool water ready cause my tired feet would burn

This dance with you restored my sight, God how I missed your touch
Your sweet embrace and smiling face, you love me oh so much
There is no better place to rest my head than on your chest
Hearing your heart beating
Takes care of all the rest
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