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Surrender
I've spent too many nights of too many days
Crying my eyes out and trying to pray.
And I fix my gaze on this dusty old book
Knowing not where and for what to look.
Yes, I want comfort, I need some right now,
But I’m clueless as for exactly how.
So this is my plea- I’ve sent up the white flag;
I ask you for help on what once I did brag.
