John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
John Wesley
This year the winter comes to early
Always seems to be you that takes the fall
The summer that was her is gone forever
You knew she was going but not that far
People always ready to come down upon you
Say you choose your luck
Like you choose a tie
And when those choices don't add up to nothing
You feel like just laying down to die
Before you go and do such a bad thing
I'll let go a little secret that I hide
I had to walk a mile in your shoes
So listen up cause this rings true
But for the grace of God
There go I
And you are not alone here on the edge
Very few in this world mean to harm you
Some of those who do
Don't even try
There are those of us here who really love you
So just take what you have and don't ask why