Yours

Poor is what you ask of me
In a world with all that these eyes can see
And small, a size you say fits perfectly
It's fine, I'll live with the irony
If you help

Keep me small
Even when my back's against the wall
Keep me poor
Let nothing stop me from getting through your doors
Please don't let this world take what's yours

Oh hell where is your victory
And death you have no power don't you see
Still a shadow covers the majority
Is there a light in this irony
And a way to

Keep me small
Even when my back's against the wall
Keep me poor
Let nothing stop me from getting through your doors
Please don't let this world take what's yours oo-oo-oo

'Cause I am yours
Yours
I am yours
Please don't let this world take what's yours oo-oo-oo
'Cause I am yours



Credits
Writer(s): Daniela Cristobal
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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