The Black Saturday story needs not a sequel As we rally today to mourn all that was burnt For the bush, the animals, the landscape and people I pray we can say, "From this we have learnt"
I cant help about the shape I'm in.
I cant sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin.
But don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Now, when I talked to God I knew he'd understand.
He said, stick by me and I'll be your guiding hand.
But don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Oh well.
1 comment:
Very scary and sad. Glad you're okay.
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