I ask God for help I ask God for help

STICK ON TO IT. STICK ON TO IT.

The poem shows the long stretch of the road, ends up in the woods. The poem shows the long stretch of the road, ends up in the woods.

We forgot to complain about our lives Because we lived the moment We forgot to complain about our lives Because we lived the moment

"There is a way between voice and presence where information flows." "There is a way between voice and presence where information flows."

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