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Tired Tries

My cup is empty

cause I been pouring out love like

unlimited rations

cause I been passing out blessings like

worries during confession

not one drop will drain from me

at this point my brain, heart, soul and

pocket are empty

Is there someone to fill me up

make this dried well an endless chalice for

which you worship

But I can’t bow on bended knee
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the rivers can’t follow if the springs are

drained, community crazed and thirsty

For I can’t love you until first I love me