On My Head
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I end up by saying
“O lord, forgive me for anything”
I am simple and ordinary human
Loving and caring to all brethren
Grace us on each occasion
Even if I err and end up with confusion
I want only one word
Just keep your hand o, lord
I bow down
Of my own
To see the hand
That shall be ever on my head
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