Ordinary, by George Chow
Mom and dad never expect me anything.
I might walk late, but I learn to walk for to see whats out
there I heard.
Eeveyone seems knows the meaning of "whats that" as to
But I may wonder whats love that make my cry for more
Good grades bad grades in school i hope even.
A girl seems too complicate to talk to, but jokes may make
us remember sins hurts.
Time may be slow and long.
As well they may earn money from the death toll.
But they like the market's fairwell.
Since they believe Jesus's miracle is out there shows.
And in the end of the world,
they would hide in their homes waiting for hope.
|Posted: 2015-06-29 04:29:54 UTC|
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