Dark were the days As my path meandered through a misty haze. I wandered the woods alone Simply looking
for a home. My solid foundation gone I looked, searched, and then followed my mom. The bluff was small
And I was afraid to fall, So I turned back And let my life go way out of whack. My days were filled
with lying, My nights fogged up with endless crying. While feeling only pain In my days of rain, I
reached the door When I was only four. Finished following my lucky dice I started to follow the great Jesus
Christ. Though it took me years to finally know What it means to be white as snow. I had been found And
my feet again on solid ground. Now I want the world to know What it means to be white as snow. Father God
make me bold So not a soul is left untold.
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