In this sea of delusion, man seeks to make himself big, but forgets the God that reminds him how very small he is. We are but dust in the wind, temporary and thinning, aging and deceased. Deceased, deceased. I pray God keep my soul, because I'm stray. I hate everything, but God is my hope to see the light.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
