There’s a voice speaking, can you hear the call?
To you it’s just squeaking, FAINT sounding small.
You keep your mind busy, fill your life full
It’s your choice, but the voice can’t break through your wall.
Fool, can’t you see he’s the one who made us all.
Wanna walk beside you, catch you when you fall.
He’ll meet you where you’re at, ‘cos he thinks your special
And with his plans in your hands, you’ll be feeling 10 feet tall.
Next week’s word: ROLLERCOASTER
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