Letras:
Franklin Kirk Fight Of My Life

supply So my friend, don't you worry He will supply This is just temporary He will supply He will supply, He will supply Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, my Jesus

cold Thought that things could fulfill my soul Tried to find love on my own It was hard to admit I was wrong No money, no cars, no fame, no lies, no games My life

would take all day to tell You how I thank You For all those times in my life You've come through I appreciate You, no goodness of my own How You forget my

knows Just how it feels to be afraid Have folk you love walk away Be still and know He's still in control Lately depression Your job and your life Weighs

at me It takes a whole nation to help me raise this generation My respect to the mothers that be holding it down But it sho? would be nice to have my

been through, instead I push You away Sunday everyone looks like You But if our lives are cold inside tell me what's the use If I say I love Jesus, but You can't see my Jesus My

method's, I don't understand You seem so far, tell me who You are I know Your touch, but can't see Your plan I'm lost in this thing called life Left

is it! I look back now, I look at how you tried to break me To take my life, my peace of mind and drive me crazy My self esteem, my dreams, my destiny

s, I don't understand It seems so far, Tell me who You are I know your touch, but can't see Your plan. I'm lost in this thing called life, Left to me