To get me everything unlike a round of
applause
Nor anyone's approval but only God's.
The ways! in heaven have opened doors
On earth, they preserve time on a
record.
Who's written most on us, who graced
The world while there was nothing
to gain?
Whose love's still unchanged?
Who's somebody with common aims?
Who wouldn't say things most would say?
Monotony, would you understate the
love evergreen?
Continuation of such these days
Did everything, everyone is mean!
That caring and kindness, had I
Not given, would you've constantly
Given a piece of time, meanwhile
There's everyone saying what should be?