Growing Pains
Perfect, I’m not, take the will from me Lord to cast a single stone If it never hurts then how can I profess to have grown
Unsee
Lord take the memory from my minds eye lest it should be Because I’ve told myself what I saw I can’t unsee
Perfect, I’m not, take the will from me Lord to cast a single stone If it never hurts then how can I profess to have grown
Lord take the memory from my minds eye lest it should be Because I’ve told myself what I saw I can’t unsee