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443. Can It Be True

Can it be true
That I’m not like you
My father lives high in the sky
Though I do live
With wisdom I give
It is now I wonder why
I’ve felt alone
My heart colder than stone
My life passing as blowing air
Could it be true
There is something I knew
I was sent here from there
Don’t be surprised
Wipe the tears from your eyes
You’ve prayed for my return
Now that I do come
You’ll say I’m crazier than some
And curse my soul to burn
Yet I beseech you
Forget what you knew
My father is wiser than all
For I know why
For you I do cry
I’ll listen if you call


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