Page 44 - When I was Young ebook
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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
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
