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My Saviour



When others left when times were hard
All I had left was you, my saviour
I was told by others that I was strong
But the truth was you carried me, my saviour.
I have food, shelter and enough money
But you gave me them, my saviour.
When others left when times were hard
All I have left was you, my saviour.

People say they are friends, But they don’t stay or help
When times were hard, I had you my saviour.
I no longer look outside to others, for all I need is my saviour
When others left when times were hard
All I had left was you my saviour.


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