Jan 27, 2005 11:55
Dying with your dreams.
and i'm thinking...
the truth must exceed personality pulls.
and i'm thinking...
He who died for me did not make me a tool.
and i'm wondering...
why you treat me like a fool.
and inside i'm crying...
cause this is not my conception of beauty.
my heart is being rent.
by what i see as evil intent.
And all hell can break loose...
when we don't die to the life from which he came to set us free.