Miss live and let live

Live and let die

I always give

Buddy I don’t really care what your problem is

My hands so soft it hurt to pray

Two decades talking to Jesus,

that was the first time I heard him talk back

Up until then we didn’t know anyone in the world would celebrate us.

I could feel hope travelling backward to find us

I do it for the joy it brings

Because I’m a joyful girl

This world owes us nothing

We owe each other the world