What a joy it is to serve and be friends With people of distress that God may Minister to me while my life is sought by kings
I know my heart is a wicked thing But what could I have done to deserve this? Say this is a lesson in friendships, in live, and forgiveness Say anything, my God, because I feel like dying here
I am better than this I am so much better than this When will they recognize my name and my charm to know I am much better than this? I am better than this?
But I will still show honor, grace upon grace As it's possible that I could Be in your place someday I just wish you knew how much this hurt That I once wanted to be like you And now I have to run from you
What terror I now feel with every step (with every step and with every breath) When will I be bereft of this fear of death? When will I reach prophesy laid over me And give this country a good king?
When is honor given to a fault? Where do you draw the line and seek to overthrow? I'm tired of giving mercy to no avail And I'm tired of showing love, to be paid with hell
Do you know who I am? Or what I can do? I am better that this, I am better that you, I know better than GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
