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We Are Such Small People
We are such small people, a speck on the ground.
A seed fill with sin,
Blown by the wind like sand on the sea.
Waiting, the sun rises the sun falls,
The sun rises the sun falls,
We get the call,
There's a permanent pause of this life.
That is all for this life.
The eagles and vultures gather
in the trees to negotiate the price.
Who's going to carry the body to the bin.
It calls for a time sacrifice.
I reflect back on my life every now and then.
If there's one thing I'll change about my history
is the one I wouldn't change about my history.
God blessed the sun to kiss me,
And my face to feel the wind.
The dreams, all the work goes into the eternal sea.
We are such small people, a peck that can't be found.
A seed fill with sin,
A wreck,
We say we're beautiful inside and out,
At least we pretend.
Debating, the sun rises the sun falls,
The sun rises the sun falls,
We get the call,
There's a permanent pause of this life.
No more husband no more wife.
The scavengers's hearts are made of pure ice.
Everybody's got a lawyer and a pen.
Everybody's fighting for a slice.
If you know a true friend.
Reflect with them about the history
of y'all history.
God blessed the sun to kiss me,
And my face to feel the wind.
The dreams, all the work goes into the eternal sea.
Peace be unto you and peace be unto me.
Copyrights 2019
Robert Anthony James
A seed fill with sin,
Blown by the wind like sand on the sea.
Waiting, the sun rises the sun falls,
The sun rises the sun falls,
We get the call,
There's a permanent pause of this life.
That is all for this life.
The eagles and vultures gather
in the trees to negotiate the price.
Who's going to carry the body to the bin.
It calls for a time sacrifice.
I reflect back on my life every now and then.
If there's one thing I'll change about my history
is the one I wouldn't change about my history.
God blessed the sun to kiss me,
And my face to feel the wind.
The dreams, all the work goes into the eternal sea.
We are such small people, a peck that can't be found.
A seed fill with sin,
A wreck,
We say we're beautiful inside and out,
At least we pretend.
Debating, the sun rises the sun falls,
The sun rises the sun falls,
We get the call,
There's a permanent pause of this life.
No more husband no more wife.
The scavengers's hearts are made of pure ice.
Everybody's got a lawyer and a pen.
Everybody's fighting for a slice.
If you know a true friend.
Reflect with them about the history
of y'all history.
God blessed the sun to kiss me,
And my face to feel the wind.
The dreams, all the work goes into the eternal sea.
Peace be unto you and peace be unto me.
Copyrights 2019
Robert Anthony James
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We Are Such Small People
We Are Such Small People