they dont laugh at jokes, they laugh at tragedy
i dream of the day you dont leave me laying weary in my bed.
siting at the end where you'll spill out the words i'm tired of hearing over and over, annoyed with what you have to say due to the mere fact that none of it makes sense, your too far gone to realized only half the sentence playing throughout your head is actually being said.
little wet tears on our shoulders and chances are you'll forget every word spoken.
i've walked these streets so long.
my prayers are growing weak and my hope is draining right from me.
as much as i hate what you do and the things you say at times,
i love you so much, and as you say i have a big heart and a tear streams down your cheek..i know you love me too.
getting emotional while you tell the story of me dieing in your arms, how you prayed for what seemed like forever and then i came back, about how now i am eighteen, the age you met my mother and feel in love, how i am a women, how your glad i lived to be the beautiful lady i am, how i am going to do great things.
how you prayed so hard when i died, how much it hurt, how much it meant when your prayers were answered...
this is when my prayers gain strength and i gain so much hope i could feed a third world country with it for years.
shouldn't hurt me to be free, thats what i really need, i've been pulling myself together, and i'm ready for anything the Lord decides to place in front of me.
i hold this huge secret, it's been there for a good time now, and i dont know what to do with myself, eventually it will seep out, i've been praying about it, when its supposed to be known, i'll let it out.
Life is lovely at the moment.
I love everyone and everything.
I am happy despite circumstances,
the lord is beautiful.
i was lost, but now i'm found.
and so greatful to be.
siting at the end where you'll spill out the words i'm tired of hearing over and over, annoyed with what you have to say due to the mere fact that none of it makes sense, your too far gone to realized only half the sentence playing throughout your head is actually being said.
little wet tears on our shoulders and chances are you'll forget every word spoken.
i've walked these streets so long.
my prayers are growing weak and my hope is draining right from me.
as much as i hate what you do and the things you say at times,
i love you so much, and as you say i have a big heart and a tear streams down your cheek..i know you love me too.
getting emotional while you tell the story of me dieing in your arms, how you prayed for what seemed like forever and then i came back, about how now i am eighteen, the age you met my mother and feel in love, how i am a women, how your glad i lived to be the beautiful lady i am, how i am going to do great things.
how you prayed so hard when i died, how much it hurt, how much it meant when your prayers were answered...
this is when my prayers gain strength and i gain so much hope i could feed a third world country with it for years.
shouldn't hurt me to be free, thats what i really need, i've been pulling myself together, and i'm ready for anything the Lord decides to place in front of me.
i hold this huge secret, it's been there for a good time now, and i dont know what to do with myself, eventually it will seep out, i've been praying about it, when its supposed to be known, i'll let it out.
Life is lovely at the moment.
I love everyone and everything.
I am happy despite circumstances,
the lord is beautiful.
i was lost, but now i'm found.
and so greatful to be.