Tempted to unbridle the tongue,
To let the words flow unrestrained,
Don't they have it coming?
Do I care anymore, anyway?
Yes, I do
Help me Lord choose life from my lips
CPR for the soul of those that hear
The daggers and swords are always there
Keep them sheathed and safely stored
Sunday, December 27, 2009
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