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Comfort sits on a cloud
With no one around to tell on
She sees through her taker's shroud
She knows the hard ground he fell on
Comfort can lift her wand
And wave away all your sorrow
There is no prize too fond
Or any demise too thorough
Sees the heat is bending me
Sees the need for mending me
Flees not from defending me
Pleas not for suspending me
Comfort can sing a song
A melody sweet and simple
Invite you sing along
And chase away all your trouble
Sees the heat is bending me
Sees the need for mending me
Pleas not for suspending me
Flees not from defending me
There to care
To take on despair no one wanted
Straight of face
To stand in the place of the daunted
Comfort sits on a cloud
Her friend's on a different mission
She says her prayers out loud
And hopes that this time I'll listen
Sees the heat is bending me
Sees the need for mending me
Pleas not for suspending me
Flees not from defending me
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| © 2007, 2011. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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