Letter to God - Stopping with Cigarettes.
These earthly things, keep inviting me.
I play the strings, when I live of what I see.
I only praise with the ones I agree,
so living get's easy, when I let it be.
I want to talk to you God Above,
the first thing in the morning about your love.
The last thing before I go to bed,
instead of cigarettes filling my head.
Tired of the illusion of rest,
God i know, you know best.
Tired of wanting to be aware,
when I'm smokey, so I dont know where.
These earthly things, keep inviting me.
I play the strings, when I live of what I see.
I only praise with the ones I agree,
so living get's easy, when I let it be.
I want to talk to you God Above,
the first thing in the morning about your love.
The last thing before I go to bed,
instead of cigarettes filling my head.
Tired of the illusion of rest,
God i know, you know best.
Tired of wanting to be aware,
when I'm smokey, so I dont know where.
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