And so it came to pass, that the author who was struggling with which of the nine best ideas she had, should she focus on next? Got another great idea of which she cannot resist starting to write immediately and therefore forsook the others temporarily, yet again.
And may those ideas forever serve her still, although they are forsaken at present.
I won’t pray to you, I don’t know who you are
Are you the truth or the fallen star?
I just can’t take a chance because you might be
The one who deceives and is after me
I won’t let you get me under your spell
I know you’ve done millions and done them so well
But I think I know, your terrible ways
I think I am safe, but even I could stray
One little slip up and I am surely yours
But I hope that God saves me and locks all my doors
I hope that he cares enough to be my knight
And someday soon, you will lose your fight