Can someone take my heart to rehab? I didn’t know everything was counterfeit these days. I just want to taste something that’s authentic. Even if it doesn’t last too long. Even if the romance isn’t too strong. Just take my heart to rehab.
If I find true love, Will I even be able to distinguish it? Or will it all taste so different? Because I only know the imitations – Imitations meant to trick limitations.
But I’ll welcome this right now On an occasion for peace. A little white cup of Pure white cream. Some little purple flowers. A little something sparkle-y. And this little bit of true love Will lull me to sleep.
I awoke in a void of deep darkness Wondering, “Does anyone hear my cry?” But one day God saw me, poor and needy As He studied from heaven with his eye.
He lit up my life like the shining sun. He made me stronger than I thought He would. He wiped my tears and healed my broken heart; Anointed me with fragrant agarwood.
He sprinkled my life with piquant spices: Imported Nutmeg – Exotic Saffron. And infused my soul with gentle sweetness Now I am enviously looked upon.