If her bones are the sand, Then he is the breeze - so, What’s to be done when She’s sifted to nullity? A soul full of so much poetry; She’s off, softly drifting to Another faraway sea~
i’m scared to pray even when things don’t go my way i know I’ll pay for the times i stray i keep pushing it all away thinking ‘come what may, He’ll still give me another day’