Walking on the water, laying down my path,
Behind my rear, the worn wood endure the past wrath,
The anchor has been casted when the times weren't good,
Makeshift nails embedded into the man that could.
Behind my rear, the worn wood endure the past wrath,
The anchor has been casted when the times weren't good,
Makeshift nails embedded into the man that could.
( D'shon )
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