It’s a vicious deep cut when I feel valued so low.
Hatred is what the world shows.
I get on my knees, as my tears commence to flow.
-Don’t feel unloved, my son,
I hear a voice so gently and low.
-For thirty pieces of silver, that’s how much I was sold.
-I too felt so lonely and cold.
-I died on the cross
‘Cause you’re worth dying for.
-So don’t value yourself of what people say,
Just love them back and we’ll see each other one day.
-Remember this word when you feel
You’re about to decay:
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