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I saw her under heaven's veil
That solar eclipse, that silver trail
I asked the Lord, I cried, I swore
"Bring her back—I'll need no more."
Next day, she called—like a sign
I thought it meant she should be mine
But not all signs are God's intent
Some are warnings that He sent
Be careful what you beg Him for
He just might give you what you adore
But lust can wear a holy face
And take you far from sacred place
She was the gift I thought I'd need
But her love cut deep and made me bleed
Seven years of silent war
Be careful what you beg Him for
I met her mother—hell's own queen
Dripping hate and twisted mean
A single vote made me a ghost
Exiled from the life I loved most
She dressed in charm, she spoke in fire
But love was power, and lust, desire
The wine kept flowing at the table
While I sat praying for something stable
She said, "You don't need to write your book
No one cares about your name or look."
But then she'd strut through every hall
Telling tales of her rise with every ball
She said, "Just work the counter, pay the tax,"
While she bragged about her post-Mars contracts
And every time I tried to shine—
She clipped my wings, said, "Stay in line."
Be careful what you beg Him for
Even angels weep when pride is poor
I saw the signs, I played along
Now I'm the verse in my own song
Seven years, two suns went black
One brought her in, one gave me back
And I walked out that Dallas door—
Be careful what you beg Him for
I've got the pictures, I've got the scars
I've got the rearview full of stars
I took that shot—Florida sign
Alabama road, redemption line
I left the devil and his wine
And found my peace in His design