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The path of life has many different turns…
with blissful joys and painful burns,
Sprinkled in happiness...Sprinkled pains?
Staring up at the sunshine, standing in the rain
while it cakes the mud upon our skin…
Making us doubt…Making us sin
Why does Adam's curse keeps blowing in the wind,
hunting the souls of all men stains?
O precious little children cover up your eyes
from the wrath of Cain
which often leaves a lasting impression
according to the words of all men confession
The path of life has so many turns and painful burns
I can hardly look back without smiling
and crying at the same time
Why does history so part my mind?
Copyrights 2009
Robert Anthony James
with blissful joys and painful burns,
Sprinkled in happiness...Sprinkled pains?
Staring up at the sunshine, standing in the rain
while it cakes the mud upon our skin…
Making us doubt…Making us sin
Why does Adam's curse keeps blowing in the wind,
hunting the souls of all men stains?
O precious little children cover up your eyes
from the wrath of Cain
which often leaves a lasting impression
according to the words of all men confession
The path of life has so many turns and painful burns
I can hardly look back without smiling
and crying at the same time
Why does history so part my mind?
Copyrights 2009
Robert Anthony James
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