My heart runs on Jesus love, gasoline, guns, knives and fishing poles, my trucks, True Love, and muddy holes. We cry and laugh through thick and thin, where we are and where weve been. Through the moonlight gleaming down on our heads, and warmth we feel as we lye in our beds. Each tear you cry is a tear on my hand, Ill wipe your cheeks, dear its who I am. My arms around you to make you feel comfort, because I know when your hurting in case you wonder. In life we have many choices we make, and theres one promise that I refuse to break. From the roads to the mud, your hand is in mine, and through every storm I trust well be just fine -self
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 04:17:21 +0000
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