Maybe a little ragged
Somewhat torn
Righteousness
Our families are apart
Hearts broken
Have no money
Maybe no home
No shoes for our feet
Clothes all wrong
We say the wrong thing
We do not belong
We had promises that were broken
We are trapped in our own web
Some want fame and money
Other's want passion and romance
We thirst for righteousness
Our conscience has to be clean
We want to enter in the darkness of our world
Make it alright.
Earth does not satisfy
And neither does treasures
But promises matter
Only heaven will do
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