| Clutter, clutter everywhere! | |
| It's on my floors, it's on my stairs! | |
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| I can't even get from my outside in, | |
| How did this clutter all begin? | |
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| I sort and toss, but still it seems, | 5 |
| It continues on its' upward stream! | |
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| Filling each nook and cranny full, | |
| Of boxed up memories, that I've filled till full. | |
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| What is to become of all these things? | |
| There is no happiness in my life it brings. | 10 |
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| It's on the counters, and I think a table too, | |
| I wouldn't know if I had one, | |
| Can't see my way of clutter through. | |
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| I think I remember when it was that I did start, | |
| Was a day long ago, when I received this broken heart. | 15 |
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| So one by one, I 've compiled in halls, | |
| Some comfort I have gattered, from it all. | |
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| But now as God gives my soul its' strength, | |
| I want to unclutter my life and make some space. | |
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| I want to love again as I did with you, | 20 |
| And hope that my broken heart, | |
| Will become unclutter too. | |
