Pope Francisus
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You bear the brunt of the ever given world. These hands are yours, My heart is yours. I trust you, I have faith in you. I am the life in your hand, Mother Mary, I reached for thee. My life is in my hands, You forever healed me, I come to you. You are the heart that shine. |
I pray for you today, Let us be wise, Let your future bring to you, Mother Mary, told you The Heaven, are calling for you. I pray for you today. All your wishes come true, In the the Robes of Glory. In respect of the Lord. I pray for you today. In Rome I can not see you, But I can feel you Pope Francisus |
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A walk by a warzone, I had my mummy and father around. All white crosses in death, Some Americans, Polish, British, Canadian, Scotland, Ireland, and may more. How many life was lost, In the God forsaken war. I watch the soldiers going from day, to day, Tiny little feet I had, I watched the people go about the day. I took a long time to fix this, So the war was done, I was getting older by the second. The weird connection was going on. My time was done. |
The last of war of gone, The troops from far are celebrating being free, Being the America Kind, with watching the stars grow. The French are weary, the German are the same. The Men are tired, the women are happy. Far enough away are the beach of D-DAY. The men that has boarded the Ships To free the French, German, Netherland, Belgium. To be free, I hope so, in your freedom, You should gives it to the Palestine in there freedom. A touch of you freedom that we cherish. The long wars that a Tyrant controlled In your freedom. |
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