Charity is suppose to cover up for a multitude of sins.
I love Country Music but what happened to it?
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.
God is in heaven, and we all want what's his. But power and greed and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is.
A lot of people from the press want to talk to me, but they never do.
Call me any name you like I will never deny it.