Know where I belong

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It’s magical, it’s magical,

Why don’t you have a try?

Just take a puff or a pill,

And you’ll feel that you can fly.

No, your friend’s a bad magician,

And I won’t be his slave.

And hate him all my life

For the pill he gave.

I have a master of my own,

And He is mystical.

He doesn’t try to trap me

When I follow Him.

He takes me through my trouble,

And He makes me strong.

He cares enough to die for me,

So I know where I belong.

Mary Treveil,

Ardrossan Road,