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My Last Round

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23 March 2009

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My Last Round

You’re my comfort, when I’m weeping
When I’m tired, you’re my rest
When you offer, you’re my brother
You give me hope when I’m depress

Walk beside me through my troubles
Don’t let me fall when I’m alone
Hold my hands when I’m in sorrow
Just cradle me in beds of stone

I’m still a dreamer in this world
Even though my face looks old
With a angel in my corner
I still got skip and hands of gold

It’s been forever lonely
My hands are rough and bones are sore
But I’m stronger now than yesterday
And more thankful than before

I thank you Lord, in every moment
And in my faith, that won’t let go
I have my angels in my corner
You give me hope to win my wars

Just hold me through my torment
And my vow to you I’ll keep
Look after me tomorrow
And cradle me.. while I sleep

-moises ortega -

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