Getting played hard - (rioting virgin eyes...)

A serious source of course'
of course.
That I do believe in Santa Clause.
And the toys he brings.
The love I give him to.

It's not my own
fault of to teach;
not that I want it.

But I wish I knew
what
I was
doing.

If love were an
emotion;
in its most
NATURAL
environment.

A colder density-
that follows...
me to
here.

A destiny of rain drops.

But never (to) do I fake it!

And to love. . . ?

Astonishing / irresistable.

If not to love -
coming after?

Such praise.

-Praise me
lord'
as I praise
you oh lord.

My lord we
praise you. . .
I give you
thanks lord'
and I praise
you lord.

And always.

Though in my
thoughts and -
in my words
renewing
me.

I feel you lord'
I feel you lord'
I can feel you lord.

That redeems me.

Because to you you lord'
isn't not a fake emotion.