new to me anyway I see my reflection No where near who I should be The spirit is willing But the anchors of my flesh Still hold me down With every distraction
new to me anyway I see my refelction No where near who I should be The spirit is willing but The anchors of my flesh still hold me down With every distraction
nothing new to me anyway I see my refelction No where near who I should be The spirit is willing but The anchors of my flesh still hold me down With every
