But I Am Not That Different
As for all of them, mine are to many.
by James McLain
Never did I withhold, I let you choose.
To all of you of the many nations.
To you again, I come, I ask you choose.
But I chose above the rest from those.
Brave one king it is said, with declaration.
Which has the heart which love has broken.
Because I have shared disgrace reputation.