THE SPIRIT WE

I could be an angel Dressed in the devil’s clothes But they’ll never let me in Not as long as anger grows… Are you willing to forgive What you never can forget Where I come from is my country And that I can’t regret Easily you come to me Summing The Spirit We… Only have a minute to never grow old Easily you climb inside Hoping for a place to hide In each other’s inner-cities of the soul You say I’m not welcome In your family’s home they are Ready for divorce and they Do not even know all the way I behave In the safety of your heart They’re not willing to receive What may be the softest part…so Willing to deceive, so very in the dark Oh…oh- oh, I could wait for you To never come through But oh…oh – oh, I will pray for you, Pray for you, pray for you… To be true…ooh…oh – oh… I will pray for you, I will pray…for you ‘Cause you are not a play-thing Nor am I but a toy You have all my respect in this Moment of rejoicing is Never very easy in colonials of doubt… I’ve been conquering my own; ‘Cause that’s what love’s about I could be angel Dressed in the devil’s clothes But they’ll never let me in Not as long as anger grows… Are you ready to retrieve What we never can restart I am willing to bleed Than I am to be apart