i never want you to think
that i am ok
that i have it together
that there's no need to pray
she texted at midnight
asked me where i'd be
i told her i was roaming
between the land and the sea
it ain't so simple
as it sometimes seems
with all this livin
all this in-between
a time to fall
a time to stand
a time to hold tight
and to loosen your hand
keep on prayin
for every soul you know
this war ain't over
till the trumpet blows
wkm
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