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George

Insane Song Called Sometimes That Will Give You Strength by George

My skin is too fragile

for the light of the sun

I have to stay in hiding

So I won't hurt my heart

To ease the pain I hug myself again

Reality it's too much, it's too much to bear.

Chorus 1

For every tear, I hide and every smile I fake

My souls gets exposed and I am not prepared

For every dream that died before it got born

A part of me died too ,chasing echos.

Sometimes I feel like the king

sometimes like a nobody

sometimes I have the money

and sometimes I have nothing

Still, every day I wake up and I hear them

screaming my name

So I need to fight, I need to fight for them

My skin is not that fragile anymore

I can fight the sun, fight for his love

I will get out of the dark

cure the battles of my heart.

Even when I struggle I keep my smile

and one day...I'll be high in the sky.

Chorus 2

For every tear I hide I heal myself with love

I am not chasing ghosts anymore

For every dream that died before it got born

I create new ones that are worth fighting for.

Sometimes I feel like the king

sometimes like a nobody

sometimes I have the money

and sometimes I have nothing

Still, every day I wake up and I hear them

screaming my name

So I need to fight, I need to fight for them.

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New Song Lyrics "God Always Has Your Back" by George Hentu

Little boy no more then 8 years

Saw his mom with some bags and tears

He gently asked where is she going

She roughly replied "it's not your business"

Cursed marks covered his body

To help him deal with the tragedy

He got darker , his feathers burned down

Mighty sun took them out

Chorus

Because he knew:

After long time chasing shadows

Light comes and washes out

Leaves no doubt, you had to be found, to be found

Darkness can kidnap , but God always has your back

He will never lose your sight, even in your hardest fight, even in your hardest fight.

Second Verse

Little boy looks with pride at the past

His mom was crying, he was too busy with his life

The warrior that he became wears truth as his shield

So his mother's place is not his battlefield.

Cursed marks turned into blessings
This was no longer a tragedy
His wings shine more then ever
His broken heart is gone forever.