My Anger Stands Between Us like a Wall
|My anger stands between us like a wall,|
Or a river of burning brimstone straight from Hell.
I love you, and I want to love you well;
I call for help, but you can't hear my call.
I love you for the man that you've become
God help me, please! I need to cross to you
I know the fault is mine now, and I'll try
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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