your problem is that wanna better word for world
He swift don't win the race. It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.
I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.
All that foreign oil controlling American soil.
The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.
Sold my guitar to the baker's son for a few crumbs and a place to hide.