Been travelling these wide roads for so long. My heart’s been far from you. 10,000 miles gone. I wanna come near and give you every part of me, but there is blood on my hands, and my lips are unclean. In my darkness I remember Momma’s word reoccur to me: “Surrender to the good Lord, and he’ll wipe your slate clean.” Take me to your river.
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