I Cannot Move It, Will You: ..: Judge

Unrung bell difficult trial awaits a stone in sleep. Hammered chip an OSHA strung the harp was this a promise truth to hold by you to me unfolds untruth. Bells that ring this song some truth in you was told. Of she with you I tried to speak a finger treat you flicked me as a lowly fly by you perceived of this could I be wrong..? Lawyer ed wise Lawyered wrong cloudy smoke upon my soul was cast a moral wrong. Strong in song can you wear those shoes so easily flown from lips to hide your own. More than breath of life I breath in she you took a grain of sand a pearl I think she better be no joy in Jill who cracked Jacks crown.