Timothy Johnson i dont know if i'll ever make it..to a place i call home..ive lost so much of me along the way..maybe whats left should be alone..its not me to just pkay games..while telling lies to pretty faces..ive had my good times and very bad..i wonder if for me theres a place...lady could you hold my hand...and love me for who i... am...will you bring me home..........the outlaw poet
i always take a hand that reaches out for mine even when i'm still mad and hurt...
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