A battle rages inside me,
One is pure and white,
The other is cruel and dark,
Battling who wins.
One is pure and white,
The other is cruel and dark,
Battling who wins.
A battle rages inside me,
One is pure and white, The other is cruel and dark, Battling who wins.
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She walks into the room,
I can tell she is near; No matter what I do, I can still feel her stare. If He is the Rose of Sharon,
And we are a part of the Vine, Then I would be a thorn, Pierced in His brow and side. |