How can I see.
When all I can think about is me?
Sometimes I want to flee.
Why can't I let myself be?
I hear the echoes of my sighs, and I wonder why?
I hear the sound of my own foot steps die and I just long to fly.
Why, why, why, do I find it so hard to cry?
I am at war!
It is in myself, right in the core.
This battle I can not win,but thanks to Him,
I know I am someone He adores.
My God will not only lovingly, but every time,
pick me and my pieces up off of the floor.
I just have to make sure I open every door.
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