Try not to think about those feelings of your worth;
just who would carry you to term and give birth?
I'm not trying to work out some long term scenario:
Does God breathe souls into the cells of an embryo?
And all this time I'm thinking:
You should work it out,
'cause I can't work it out.
Let's face it all our sorrows,
all of our tears,
are really questions of our deepest of fears;
I'm not saying sometimes we can't think to get by,
I just know that most times we're believing a lie.
And all of us have to die.
No sense asking why.
Into this world we're born,
Sinners from the get go,
Shackled in wickedness,
Slaves to Death and Sorrow.
If you're never born
Into this world of Sin,
Then Sin just can't begin
To get a hold and enter in!
Fly Baby, fly!
And if you have died, fly to the Son.
You were never in control;
It's rigamarole:
I know, baby, you were a pure soul.
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