I hope and i pray,
but that doesn't mean i believe
everything's going to be okay.




b.r.

I'm in the car watching the things outside the Window
Pass me by in fast blur of colors.
And is feels like my life,
Just passing me by, not really living it.  just watching  form a passenger side window,  never the one behind the wheel..
And I Wondered what my purpose is in life, or if I even have a purpose
Or if my purpose is Simply to be a lost, Wandering soul, never truly belonging.
nothing more then just a sad story,
With no meaning....

b.r.

I want to go home, the little girl cried.
We don't have one sweetie, her mother replied....

b.r.

How much is too much until
God finally says
"okay that's it, she's been through enough."

b.r.