I've passed through away from, your passion.
It was a great world of my changing soul.
Why are you managed to get something me?
Why are you managed to get something, my purity.
And it was a special situation of my living days,
It has hasten somebodies, or something ultra-matured,
Some body or not, of your fashion ability, of
Clarity and transparent love all over the world.
My Jesus you know my living days of strong,
Fascinated religion belief to The him,
Are not they seeing my poverty too much its wealth,
I believed your beauty above the Christ.
So, little sad that of my misery intruder.
That was your hang on trouble to get the car,
So, what of trans multifavors in the him?
I mean that are good for you, every times.
