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Cry For Help by mike bullock Here I sit inside my cell Imprisoned by my mind The world goes by without my help It manages, I find The dark and dingy place I live Brings comfort to my soul For I am safe inside my tower My non demanding hole. Created by almighty God We've kept apart, so far I know He'd like to call me son But I'm locked in my jar I'm heading for a future, dark I'm following the one Who hates the ground I stand upon But where else can I run. I'm getting quite depressed, right now To think, there is a way Of getting out of this dark cell So I can go and play With Father God, who loves me so His Son was killed for me Oh come and rescue me, right now And end this misery. |
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