Wonder

Who dares to go down south
When no one else is there
Don't take her down
Without knowing where her mother is

Too much of this
Is going to put you away
Let her run into the fields
It helps with her health

Hold her hand when she loses touch
Hold her head when she looks at you

It's mid-winter and your slowing down
All those thoughts come rushing back
Sin is an easy way to forget
Until it's all over

Hold her hand when she loses touch
Hold her head when she looks at you

Is there something that I can do
I don't believe that it's true



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Writer(s): Zachary Mccommons-martin
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