For The Widows in Paradise, For The Fatherless In Ypsilanti
I have called you childrenI have called you sonWhat is there to answerIf I'm the only oneMorning comes in paradiseMorning comes in lightStill I must obeyStill I must inviteIf there's anything to sayIf there's anything to doIf there's any other wayI'll do anything for youI was dressed embarrassmentI was dressed in wineIf you had a part of meWill you take your time?Even if I come backEven if I dieIs there some ideaTo replace my lifeLike a father to impressLike a mothers mourning dressIf I ever make a messI'll do anything for youI have you called you preacherI have called you sonIf you have a fatherOr if you haven't oneI'll do anything for youI'll do anything for youI'll do anything for youI'll do anything for youI did everything for youI did everything for youI did everything for youI did everything for youI did everything for youI did everything for youI did everything for youI did everything for you
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